Today is my mother Linda’s 51st birthday! So if y’all don’t mind, I would like to offer a tiny tribute to the most beautiful, talented, and generous woman I know.
My mother was the first woman in her family to go to college. She speaks four languages, like me. She converted to Judaism at age 22. She is a partner in a D.C. law firm, much to the dismay of the male bosses who called her “Little Girl Weinberg” when she was working her way up the ranks. She specializes in international trade law, but she also takes on pro-bono cases for women who have experienced domestic violence. She works harder than she should, usually until 8:30 every night. This means that she’s never been the one to pick me and my brother up from school or cook us dinner at night. But my mother’s unrelenting work ethic allows us to go to great schools, and gives my father the financial stability to be self-employed while he does his important cancer work.
My mother helped me learn how to read and write. She bought me a set of Bob Books and helped me get through the whole thing in one day. She was never too busy to offer some crucial point about my high school essays, even when she really was too busy. She saved the post-it notes on which I wrote terrible sixth-grade poetry. My best writing is plagiarized from her college short stories. Someday my mother is going to write an amazing sci-fi novel, and you are ALL GOING TO BUY A COPY.
My mother went to each and every one of my high school acapella concerts, despite the fact that I never once had a solo. She came to my sorority initiation, even though she was never involved with greek life and probably thinks that sororities are kind of dumb. I’m honestly sobbing into my cat right now, thinking of all of the amazing things that my mother has done for me.
I love and admire my mother so much, and I am so proud to be her daughter.
Now for the perfume tie-in! Many perfumistas have stories about the Shalimar and Arpege that their mothers sprayed on before going out at night. My mother has never worn perfume, due to my father’s alleged allergies. (I say “alleged” because he also claims to have lost his sense of smell in a car accident.) If she ever were to wear a perfume, I think I would want it to be Guerlain Jicky. They both have that same sparkling beauty, and Jicky was famously worn by French author Collette (my mother was a French major).
What perfumes did your mother wear? Which perfumes do you think would suit her best?