Our Mothers--Our Choice

My Mother, My Choice

When my daughter was a little girl, she would lament about the unfairness of a particular decision I made for  her--like not allowing her to stay up late or being able to wear her sandals when snowing outside--and complain that she never got to do anything. My response to her then would be that if life were fair, she'd have come here (to life) with a job. "Instead," I would tell her, "You came here broke, hungry and naked. How fair was that to me?" I learned quickly what the word incredulous means because the look on her face could be described as nothing else. But, I have to hand it to my child, she has always been good with the comebacks!
       "But, Mommie," she would say, "I didn't ask to be born!"
       But, her comebacks come naturally because, well, she got it from moi! Not to be outdone by my seven-year old daughter, I respond--naturally--with "Oh, contraire, mon amie, but you did." I give that a moment to sink in as my daughter asks warily, "I-I-I did?"
       "Of course, dear," I tell her. "You did." Then I explain that according to scripture, God knows us before we're a twinkling in our mother's eye, so that meant that she and God had a long talk about her coming to earth--through me, mind you--and that I could see it clearly. As she and God were discussing her time here on earth, God--She asked Eryon, "Who do you want for a mother?" And my precocious, smart and very much intelligent child--pointed to me. "That's her!
       SOOOOOOOO--here's to all of our choices. Happy Mother's Day!