Who can find a virtuous woman?
For her price is far above rubies.
Proverbs 31:10
This past Sunday was Mother’s Day...
For her price is far above rubies.
Proverbs 31:10
This past Sunday was Mother’s Day...
| I will be forever thankful for my two Moms - my adoptive mother, Pearl, who raised me, and my birth mother, Betty, who brought me into this world, whom I was fortunate to have met when I was in my early twenties. They were great moms whom I miss very much. |  Pearl Berkowitz |
I thank God for the privilege of knowing them. This coming October will make fifty-two years since my mother Pearl passed away. Cancer took her at the age of 52. While Betty passed away in the 1980s.
No one forgets the ones we love. My memories of them are planted forever in my heart and mind. Unfortunately, I was a problem child. I had lots of behavioral and mental health issues. This caused my adoptive parents much grief and frustration. Yet, my adoptive parents never stopped loving me. They did the best they could. I was only fourteen when Pearl passed away.
As for my birth mother, she too was a loving and devoted mom. Betty was kind and caring, and very generous. She enjoyed buying groceries for me, even though I never asked her to. And like my adoptive mother, Betty was a good cook. I loved her Yiddish-Brooklynese accent, as well.
I regret, beyond words, throwing my life away and thus eventually losing contact with my birth family. I know my mother Betty was brokenhearted seeing me come to prison. My whole family was. But I am thankful for getting to know and meet my birth family. It was a dream come true. In fact, I didn’t even know I had a long line of relatives until I found my birth mother.
Life truly has its twists and turns. Some for good, and some for bad. I had both. But on this Mother’s Day, I want to publicly honor two wonderful women.
D.B.
No one forgets the ones we love. My memories of them are planted forever in my heart and mind. Unfortunately, I was a problem child. I had lots of behavioral and mental health issues. This caused my adoptive parents much grief and frustration. Yet, my adoptive parents never stopped loving me. They did the best they could. I was only fourteen when Pearl passed away.
As for my birth mother, she too was a loving and devoted mom. Betty was kind and caring, and very generous. She enjoyed buying groceries for me, even though I never asked her to. And like my adoptive mother, Betty was a good cook. I loved her Yiddish-Brooklynese accent, as well.
I regret, beyond words, throwing my life away and thus eventually losing contact with my birth family. I know my mother Betty was brokenhearted seeing me come to prison. My whole family was. But I am thankful for getting to know and meet my birth family. It was a dream come true. In fact, I didn’t even know I had a long line of relatives until I found my birth mother.
Life truly has its twists and turns. Some for good, and some for bad. I had both. But on this Mother’s Day, I want to publicly honor two wonderful women.
D.B.
