A lifetime of assorted hangers….accrued during her time in her second home, America. Although she had proudly claimed America as her one and only home. Hangers collected, moved from apartment to apartment, to home, to home, and to her final home for her clothes. All the colors, shapes, sizes of these hangers in this image in a way illustrates the decades she lived, worked, shopped, etc…in America.
The clothes which hung from these hangers dressed my Mom for many years. Now they hang empty. Every article of clothing folded and packed for charity. I made sure to handle each quietly with attention and care. Holding the shoulders of each familiar shirt to fold knowing it once hung on the shoulders of an undoubtedly strong and loving woman, ached so deeply. One of the hardest jobs for a child to carry out.
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My Mother-in-law just came back from a visit to India and brought back a bunch of goodies! So we were inspired by our new outfits and also being in my parents’ home for this photo shoot.
Being in and moving throughout the same space my Mom adored, her home, inspired this shoot. We incorporated one of my Mom’s red saris. She has so many saris. And the one we used is considered very plain, very basic; yet still beautiful and a striking red. Growing up in an Indian household, looking at our Mothers with adoring eyes once their saris were wrapped, draped and pinned just in the right place is a sentiment we all have shared :: we see our very own matriarch at her finest. It always pleased me to see my Mom all dolled up, either for a typical Sunday service at church or on the weekend for a family friend’s party or special occasions like weddings. I’ll never forget her many days draped in saris.
My Mom would have been over the moon to see my children in these new Indian outfits and would probably declare them as her Indian Princess and Prince!
My son’s first violin recital :: my Mom and Dad with flowers in hand and beaming with the proudest smile about to embrace my son after his very first performance.
See that smile, she was always a bit self-conscious about her smile. I secretly envied her slight overbite; I thought it made her smile even more joyful and unique, her signature. I miss that smile, the laughter, her inspirational spark…everything that came with that beautiful smile.
I think we all study our parents’ nuances, the way they carry themselves, how they move through daily activities and then let it influence how we choose to do things or not and our personalities. I like to smile and laugh a lot; I value my sense of humor thanks to my Mom. I’ll always remember how I would try so hard to provoke her laughter, that smile…it extraordinarily centered me in whatever moment my Mom and I were ever in.
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