Mom… Mum… Mommy… Maman… Molly: A Tribute to Mom
How do you honor the woman—or women—in your life that you’re lucky enough to call “Mom”? It's a question that can feel both simple and overwhelming. For me, after losing my mom a few years ago, the answer has shifted. I now know, more than ever, that it’s an honor and a privilege to do so.
It’s easy to get caught up in the logistics of Mother’s Day—what time is brunch, do we have reservations, who’s bringing dessert, what are we wearing, what are we getting her? I’ve been guilty of letting those details take over too. How can you not be? But with time, I’ve come to realize that those aren’t the things that really matter. I’m still learning the art of “living presently and in the moment,” because it’s those small, fleeting moments—the laugh over coffee, the shared look, the unexpected hug—that become the memories we hold forever.
Though I can’t celebrate this day with my mom in person anymore, I find so many ways to honor her spirit daily. When I face a tough moment, I often find myself asking, “What would Mom do?” It brings me comfort, and often, clarity. I feel closest to her when I’m in my store, Lady of Leitrim. Named after the county in Ireland where she grew up, the store is my love letter to her. Her influence is woven into every curated collection—from the timeless bags and elegant jewelry to the classic-with-a-twist clothing.
She had an effortless grace, an innate style, and a playful twinkle in her eye. But more than anything, she had a gift—an ability to make every person feel like they were the most important one in the room. She was courageous, warm, and wholly authentic. I’m so grateful I got to call her my mom.
She was my anchor and my safe haven. The one who celebrated my wins and stood beside me during my struggles. She gave the best hugs, always knew when I needed her, and told me without hesitation, “You can do anything you set your mind to.” And when life got tough, she’d simply say, “This too shall pass.” It didn’t always sink in right away, but eventually, it always did.
She had gumption, spirit, and a fierce love that I still carry with me. I see glimpses of her in my sisters, my niece, my nephew—in the way they laugh, in their gestures, in the way they love. And that makes my heart smile.
I miss her deeply. And on Mother’s Day, I’ll be remembering past celebrations, when I could look her in the eye and say, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy.”
To all the moms out there—biological, adoptive, chosen, and spiritual—we celebrate you. Today and every day.
With love,
xo – Maddy
Lady of Leitrim