In May I usually think of my mom. It’s been 13 years but I still miss her. I also think about my son. He’s so much like her and our relationship reminds me of not what I lost when my mother departed this earthly realm, but what I still have. What I still have from her. This month alone I played 4 gigs with my kid bassist. On Mother’s Day we did my arrangement of Ed Sheeran’s “Supermarket Flowers”. There wasn’t a dry eye in the church. Earlier this month we performed “Sing My Song” from my CD Time Now in a trio with Steve Bessler. That song features a sample from my mom’s Stellar award winning song, “Victory”, and a sample of my then 6 year-old saying “sing mommy”, uniting three generations of my musical family. This week I had the joy of listening to my son audition for varsity orchestra with his own arrangement, an impressive mix of classical, Latin and modern literature. Watching this musician blossom makes me swell with pride, and connects me to my own momma. I know just how she felt watching me grow, excel and succeed.
In seeing the reflection of my mom in a young, suddenly mustached face, I am reminded of what a good mom I was blessed to have. Thank you for the music, Putches.