Bonding with Mom by Leslie Robinson
My mother passed away suddenly last month, but my memories of her will always remain vivid. She was that kind of mother…totally unique…not perfect, but I wouldn’t trade her or the years we had together for anything. Some of my favorite reminiscences are linked to the last weeks of 1978 in Ahwaz, Iran.
As Americans, it was quite clear that our time there was quickly drawing to a close. Martial law had been declared; there were soldiers in the streets…and an overall feeling of tension that even I, at the age of ten, could sense. However, my mother- in her inimitable way- made the best of a bad situation and ensured that her family was taken care of. On Christmas, she somehow cooked a delicious meal, even though all the stores were closed.
A couple of days later, we were set to be evacuated to Tehran and then to Greece. We were told to have all our pets put down as they didn’t have the means to bring them along. I was crushed. Our cat Blackfoot was a full member of the family and I loved him with all my heart…and so my mother- undaunted- gave him a tiny piece of a tranquilizer, hid him in a basket, and smuggled him all the way to Athens- and later back to the United States. God knows what would have happened if she’d been caught…but that was my mom- absolutely fearless.
- Leslie Robinson