Moms come in all shapes & sizes, but they're pretty easy to recognize because they're the ones who teach you stuff all the time about how to be in the world & sometimes that sounds a lot like: chew with your mouth closed, sit still. stand up straight, be polite, Look them in the eye. & sometimes it seems like that sort of thing doesn't add up to a whole lot. Until the day you feel the soft ache of love in your heart that makes you take care with a friend who hurts or when you look in a stranger's tired eyes & you stop & smile. Or when you listen to the ABC song for the thousandth time & you laugh & say 'again' & suddenly you understand that is the real thing moms do & it adds up to the whole world.
There are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other's cooking & say it was good.
There are lives I can imagine without children but none of them have the same laughter & noise.
1st Story: My mother always told me to finish what I started, but she had no idea of some of the people I'd be dealing with.
2nd Story: Some of the stuff I learned early on was useful, she told me, but most of it was obviously meant for someone who was not me.