A Mother’s Love Continues…By Nicki Foley

     Anyone that knows the Auletta family knows that we are NY Yankee fans, through and through. But in 1986, when the NY Mets were in the World Series, my mom became a huge fan. No one knew why or how she really got interested, since she was not really even a baseball fan, more like a baseball “widow.” But we did know that it became a source of temporal joy for her in a time when things in our family were not going all that well. (That’s another story.) Little did we know, at the moment of this photo, that she’d only be physically with us for another two and a half years. Thirty years after she passed (May 3, 1989), I think I’m starting to understand why she became a fair-weathered fan.

I’m learning that sometimes you have to think out of the box to find your own happiness even when times are tough. I’m learning a lot about how our thoughts create our feelings, and what a difference in how I am feeling now. Negativity and complaining thoughts are not flooding my brain.  When they sneak in, I’m choosing happy thoughts, at least half the time (Balance is important.).  I miss my mom dearly, and I know that the great fun memories of our family time warm my heart.  But what is so powerful is that I am still learning today by reflecting on a simple photo and what she’s still teaching me after all these years (Rooting for the underdog is so worth it.).

So yesterday, the 30th anniversary of her death, could have made me terribly sad.  Even if I tear up, I am happy and lucky that I had the mom I had.  I’m blessed knowing that I’m still learning from the wisdom she modeled for us 6 kids even though she’s not physically present. Thanks Mom! I know you’re watching.

2 responses

  1. Marian Brinker | Reply

    What a great message. Thanks for sharing

  2. marnigillard | Reply

    Thanks, Nicki for this beautiful tribute and sharing of your journey. My mom passed in ’87 and though she’d “weathered” two cancers earlier, none of her 6 children had faced that one more traveling of those cells into her spine could actually kill her. I was so grateful to have enough time to tell her (briefly) all she meant to me. That was key. We were alike and yet generationally very different – she born in ’22 and me in ’51. Yet we looked into each other’s eyes and felt that big connection of a mother to her first daughter (after 2 sons). Your story brings out mine… the power of our told tales. Thank you so much. Happy Mother’s Day to you!

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