Ramblings of a Mom

Its funny how a smell can transport you right back to childhood. To me Crayola crayons still smell like childhood.. But they have to be Crayola brand. Weird.

Anyway as PoopyPants and I were walking home after picking up take out the smell of a wood stove burning somewhere was evident. The cool, crisp winter night. Snowflakes the size of dimes falling from the sky. Certainly one of those 'life is beautiful' moments. I closed my eyes and was reminded of being a child again, a little girl of about 8 years. Before the complexities and inequities of life had revealed themselves to me. To that sweet spot in the cycle of existence when the world is a good and wonderful place, and your mother is the smartest person that ever lived.

Its moments like these that remind me how important the role of mother really is. And I wouldn't trade this job for anything.