I’m Just A Mom

I love today’s world. When else in all of history has a Midwestern, oops North Carolina Highlander, woman been able to sit in her house, looking out at the mountains and email someone in Bulgaria, or Prague, or New York, or California, or anywhere else in the world?

I consider myself a normal small town woman who writes a bit and is a mother and grandmother. My son laughs at that. He says he doesn’t know anyone who is less normal than me! I asked him what he meant and was a little surprised at his answer.

“Well, Mom, for one thing, you’ve never been normal. Who else had to call their mother at work to find out where their tennis shoes were and discover they were in the freezer? My feet were still condensing in third hour!

And who else wrote a syncopated melodrama for the Boy Scouts that had them wearing sunbonnets and beating drums in front of the whole school? And remember how our wrestling coach used to make the sign of the cross and scream for help whenever you appeared? Do you remember Marching Band finals when you and that guy ran all away around the track to bring us the kettle drum? I thought you were going to have a heart attack, but we got first place!

And then there were those groups you belonged to, drumming circles, dream groups, journeying. I still have the drum you birthed. People have you read your poems at their funerals! My god, who else does that?

You talk about how scared you are to make waves, but you’re always the one right up front when someone is not treated right. And your friends! Do you realize that if you gave a party and all of your friends came, how shocked some of them would be! You just don’t see people the way most people do. You give a whole new meaning to the word, eclectic. But I love who you are, you’re one of the most loving people I know!"

I cried, then I hurried and wrote it all down before I forgot it! He’s gonna kill me if he ever reads this.