The Story

Many moons ago, I sat in my chair with family life happening around me.

While appreciating the various interactions around me, I engaged in musings of my mother-- how she handled the various escapades her ten offspring stumbled into, and how she might deal with those I faced. In a sudden epiphany I realized that someday down the road, one of MY children would likely be sitting in her chair musing over the way I'VE shown.

Without warning I burst upright in my chair, flung my arms wide, and proclaimed in my loudest voice:

I AM the Mom!!

It has become one of those moments that becomes trademarked in families. On occasion my children bob before me "You ARE the mom!" and, on occasion, the mother of my (cuter-than-yours) precious granddaughter has been heard to utter.  "I AM the Mom."