I felt small next to he enormous screen behind me that displayed images of my Dad. The picture above accurately portrays how I continue to look to him for guidance and inspiration. As I addressed the crowd of 400, I saw the face of another. Instantly, it was as if I was engaged in a private conversation with only him. My oldest son, Jake, was 5 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. In an effort to lift my spirits, he drew a portrait and titled his creation
Happy Love Mom.
16 years ago, I taped that picture to my mirror, looked at it every single day, and fought to find her in the midst of my battle. From the stage, I could now gaze into the eyes of my grown son and proclaim that motherhood had saved me. This was a moment I could never have anticipated as I dreamed and prepared for this event. Later backstage, we hugged for quite some time. He was proud of me... and that was enough.