God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers.
My mother raised six children, topping off this great achievement with yours truly. She held us all together during the years Dad flew B-52's for months on end, and she performed it all admirably (and stylishly!).
In 1986, she approached the news of my HIV status with her usual pragmatic resolve: she educated herself. I'll never forget her attending a safer sex workshop and then asking me, "Mark, what's rimming?"
Her life has been the kind of roller coaster you might expect for a woman who has raised six kids, seen a few wars, and watched two gay sons negotiate the AIDS epidemic.
There are questions I have always wanted to ask Mom about finding out about my HIV status during the darkest years of the pandemic, and how it felt for her to go through a family AIDS tragedy. In my video interview with her (above) from last year, she never flinches at the questions.
This Mother's Day, I hope you are fortunate to have a supportive mother to call or remember fondly. Thank God, mine is not unique in her capacity to empathize or love unconditionally.