We’re giving props to mom this week. Which mom? All of ’em. Especially yours.
Tell us why you think your mom is the bomb. The shizzle. The cream of the crop. The top of the heap. The cat’s meow. Rad.
Mother’s influence is certainly alive and well at WHYY. Here are a some testimonials from a few familiar names:
Props to my mom, Cheryl McDonald. She stuck with me when I tried and quit soccer, cheerleading, gymnastics, flute lessons, cheerleading again and track.
When she makes chicken salad, she makes an extra little batch without celery for me (can’t stand the stuff).
She taught me how to drive, and I’m an awesome driver.
She supports everything I do and tries to help in every single way imaginable.—Shannon McDonald, The Feed
My mom is amazing because she has always supported me. It may sound corny, but it’s true. I have always known I could call her for advice, help, or just to talk.
She supported my interest in volunteering at a shelter for child survivors of domestic violence when I was still in high school. She backed me after I graduated from college and — not knowing what else to do and unable to find a job — I worked as a waitress. And she’s continued to support me and tell me she’s proud of my work at WHYY. Often when I talk to her she mentions checking newsworks.org to see what I’ve been up to.
She has always been there for me and has never said she was too busy to listen when I had a problem, or a project so exciting I couldn’t stop talking about it.—Elizabeth Fiedler, WHYY reporter
When my mom used to visit to see her toddling grandkids, she and I always planned a big feast. Then we’d do a ritual grocery shopping at Zagara’s in South Jersey, where mom could ecstatically survey all the local delicacies.
I loved watching her, but I did get pretty impatient in the produce department, where every potential purchase got a thorough review from all of her senses. It was the garlic selection that nearly always pushed me over the edge. The perfect head had to be plump, but not huge; tightly sealed and utterly free of blemish. God forbid she should find a sprout! Nominating two or three finalists from the hundreds of contestants could take 10 minutes. Picking the gold medalist could take another five. Sometimes, we bought no garlic at all.
Zagara’s and my mom are both gone now. I wish I hadn’t hurried her back then. It took me most of my life to realize that there is always time to pay attention to what’s important. Now, wherever I shop, she tags along to help me pick the perfect head, and to annoy the harried throngs who throw fruits and vegetables into their carts as if they’re shoveling coal into a bin.—Don Henry, NewsWorks director of online news
“Why is my mom awesome?” 10 kids through college. ‘Nuff said.—Denis Devine, “Radio Times” producer