What I know about my mother is this: she loves yellow.
I could write a book about her: how, at 84, she joined the UkuLADIES and learned to be a musician and performer, how hard she worked with so very little, how I wanted her to be different when I was young, but now I'm so thankful she is who she is.
I love her; we're friends. That's saying everything.
The best compliment I've ever received is when my mother told me, 'YOU are a good mother.'
Every time I see yellow I think of her. We live on opposite sides of the globe; I left home at 15 for boarding school, and still, when I see anything yellow: my mom.
So I did the same. When my boys were little, I told them: 'I love twilight.'
It's the magical time of day. For me, it brings safety and beauty. I used to whisper in their little ears -- those baby ears that look like sea shells -- 'Always remember: twilight is my favourite time of day.'
I wanted to leave them one part of me, no matter what: Twilight.
They can see it and remember me. Just like my mother left me Yellow.
Enjoy your mother (or the parts of her you can enjoy); tell a story about yourself to your kids, if you have them.
Today is a beautiful day.