As I reflect on Mother’s Day this past week, I also reflect on the ways my mother shaped me into the person I am today.
While both she and my father taught me the importance of going to church, she led by example the importance of being deeply spiritual; and the two are not necessarily dependent on the other. She taught me at an early age how to play piano and to love a diversity of music. In the 1960s and ’70s it was common to hear classical music, jazz, Montovani Strings, or pop playing in our home in the evenings. Not so common to hear a TV, which my father called the “one-eyed monster.” He was a prophet of sorts.