
When I was growing up, I would hear people gossip about neighbors and friends: "She's becoming her mother." I figured out by the gestures of faux-gagging that this was not a good thing. I never understood why.

A few years ago, I broke a vase that she had given me as a gift. And when I say broke, I really mean shattered. Into thousands of little pieces. I left home for a while and when I came back, there it was, sitting there in one piece.
I firmly believe that mothers can develop these intuitive skills after having a kid -- thankfully, with my own mother, those skills included knowing the secret remedies to remove any stain known to human kind and having the patience, compassion and love to painstakingly put back together something that had been broken, vases included.
Thanks, mom.
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