Saturday is National Rose Day. It also is my mom's birthday. Her name is Rosemary, and her birthday is on National Rose Day. I would say that's pretty special.
But I need help in making it a good day. Because we are fighting some tough stuff.
This has been a hard week for my mom. She was hospitalized on Tuesday with a serious infection in her leg. It was a difficult setback for her, and for our family. She had knee replacement surgery six weeks ago to help her regain mobility. If things go according to plan, she'll be released from the hospital to a rehabilitation facility tomorrow, the day before her birthday.
Mom was making great progress -- and will again, after she beats this infection. And I need help to cheer her on. So I am asking -- friends, family, strangers, to join me in sharing a photo tagged #roseforrosemary on National Rose Day. Or before.
If you don't know my Mom, here is why I'd like for you to join me:
My mother is among the most loving, joyful people you will ever meet. She raised three children, and taught each of us the value of unconditional love. My mother sees the beauty in each person she meets, and makes you feel like you are the only person in the room. My mom doesn't care how much money you have in your wallet, how you look, or who you love. In her trademark New York accent, she asks each person to tell his or her story -- and she listens.
My mom is a fighter for people without voices. When she was more mobile, she volunteered rocked preemies. Always a baby whisperer, she can calm the most fussy child. She also calms big children, who turn to her with their problems.
My mom does not judge. She accepts people unconditionally. She and my father created a place that inspired writing, dance, and art. The virtues they taught us were those of family, hard work, and the importance of connecting with each person who crosses your path.
My mom has never met a stranger. She has a soft spot for people who haven't been accepted by their families, in particular, LGBT individuals. When other parents turned their backs, my mom and dad were there. Still are.
I could go on and on. If you know our family, I hope that you will pour a little rose into a glass, lift it, and tag #roseforrosemary on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. If you aren't a drinker, maybe you will lift a glass of pink lemonade.
Mom is one of the most beautiful people I know. Let's lift a glass to her. Tag your photos #roseforrosemary, and please tell a friend. I'd like nothing more than to sit by her bed on Saturday and show her many smiling faces from around the world.