Selfish.........

I am that, and... you're welcome to holler "NO I AIN'T!", but, I bet you are too.

Of course, today is, Mother's Day.  One day, of three hundred sixty five where all eyes focus on mom.

This day, and actually all of the other 364 days, mom's focus on us, their children.

From day one, thru, our last day, the human in us enjoys focus on our favorite person.  Ourself. 

Oh sure, dads also have that focus - it's just sometimes, both of their eyes focus on, the road, their work, the green of our yard vs the green of the neighbors on either side.  Making it to Friday, then maybe the golf course, the lake, the fridge, that easy chair (and of course, many, many hours of focus upon us.)

Moms, uh huh, they be busy too.  In addition to much of the chores that a 1960-something Good Housekeeping mag would list... equality (HA) happened.  Whilst mebbe the duties are divvied up a little more equal today, moms share many of the same aspects as pa outside of the house.

To me, the biggest difference - whilst they lend one very intense eyeball on those tasks... ne'er is that second eyeball taken off of their children.

We, the children, call it selfish if ya want, enjoy the heck outta that.  Moms got all these built in 'tectors. 

How they know, I dunno, but, they must have built in hug detectors,  because they somehow spring into motion and give that hug when it's needed the most.

Just by the glance with that eye, their chef detectors kick in, and in a millesecond (or so it seems) it's detected, they just somehow know, we need nourishment.  Not only need, but, the kind, taste, size of what nourishes us.

They know, like Santa, if we've been bad or good, they see us when we're sleeping, they know when we're awake. Santa then, runs off to the rest of the Universe.

Not mom.  Mom's use their 'tectors as the Weather-person, long sleeves, short sleeves, shorts, pants, light jacket, Winter coat.  They detect when we're a quart low (kidding, when we're down to our last three pages of, wide ruled notebook paper.)  They also know exactly what homework we have, and how many more pages it'll take to complete it, and exactly how much time that would take before "Yes, you can go (ride your bike, play wiffleball, get your Barbies out, yada, now.)

I really think, in looking back, they watched a bajillion hours of Guiding Light, because they are that.  They are, GPS, School Counselor, Groomer, white lie detector, Party planner, Sheriff - in a very good way, all, with ample doses of love.

Moms are WAY BETTER politicians than them that we've elected. There's no gobbledy goop to wade through, they are accomplished orators in that they know exactly what to say, when.

No matter how many sibs there are in the house... they STILL, somehow make us feel a hunnerd percent attention, love, is on each of us.  We all had, have, little catch phrases they say to individualize, specialize, each of us.  I cannot tell you how lucky I feel to have heard (in person, or, by phone) "How's my Victor?!" so, so many times.

I am quite certain you might remember your catch phrase as well.  Even though the vast majority reading here are like me in that our moms aren't around any longer - that/those, catch phrases, are, can be, on recall in our brains at any one time of the day, year, hour, when most needed.  Ingrained, wonderfully. 

Bottom-line, our Mothers help make our lives so, so, much easier, not to mention, rewarding.

I am well aware it's not 100% 'attendance' of a life with a mom for many a reason. Thankfully, somehow God seems to find a wonderful soul to instill those same 'tectors into whomever has taken on the role, be it Dad, grandparent(s). Aunt/Uncle, Step = sometimes even an older sibling.

Happy Mother's Day, whoever, wherever you may be... especially you Mom.

Love, Victor