I decided to make a list of the ten best days of my
life. I chose the first ten that came to
mind. I didn’t want to think about it
very much because I’ve probably had hundreds of “best days.” And I expect that if my good luck continues,
I’ll have a lot more. So here are the “first” top ten.
1. The birth of
my son Seth
2. The birth of
my son Jeremy
3. Biking to
the top of Mt. Constitution on Orcas Island (four miles and eighty hairpin switchbacks) without stopping
4. Seth at twenty-one, presiding over “assembly” with
all his counselors and campers as Village Director at Camp Becket.
5. Peter’s 65th birthday when Seth’s “gift”
was a surprise scavenger hunt leading us to places from Peter’s childhood years
in New York City
6. Jeremy as the hilarious emcee at our twenty-fifth
7. Seth teaching his 3rd grade bi-lingual
class in the South Bronx about immigration and having Peter talk about his
experience as an immigrant
8. Our day with Jeremy in Cerro Navio, a poor district
in Santiago, Chile, where he was doing micro-lending
9. Seth and Jeremy attempting to scare us by roaring
like hippopotamuses in the bushes below our open cabin as we were trying to
fall asleep in a camp on Lake Kenai in Zimbabwe in 2000.
10. Publishing my first (and only) op-ed in The New
Looks like eighty per cent of my best days were because I’m a mother.