I didn’t inherit my mother’s tall, slim physique. I have my dad’s hair and face shape. I can be aggressive, sassy, and I like competition; my mom gets upset for my dad and me when the Giants lose and I’ve never heard her really raise her voice. My skin doesn’t tan well like my mom’s even though she is more Irish than I am. But I can still hope that people will see her in me in other ways, not just in her bright blue eyes, but in the way she has shown me, as I watch in awe, how to radiate kindness and love in every direction. I have very big shoes to fill, but one day I hope to be able to say: “I got it from my momma.”
Happy Birthday to Mary Lyons, my mother, my idol–the most amazing person on this planet. Your love sustains me.