EVERYONE HAS A MOTHER
Writers are obsessive people watchers. We have to be to be able to write realistic characters. I was at Wal-mart Saturday picking up something for my mother. It was late--after eight--and Mother's Day was the next day. I saw this big burly guy with tattoos and an earring searching card by card for the right message for his mom. A truck driver perused bottles of perfume. Three teenage girls browsed the housewares aisle. A young man dithered over two pairs of earrings. He held a Mother's Day card in the other hand, so I assumed the earrings were for mom and not for himself!
Seeing people from all walks of life turn out to pack the aisles at Wal-mart for the perfect gifit for Mom reminded me that everyone has a mother. Even though we all look different, we're all the same under the skin. We all have a universal need for unconditional love and acceptance. Our moms are the usual source of that love. We moms are "God with skin on." I'm an aging baby boomer now, but when something good or bad happens, I call my mother. When I sold my first book, I called and screamed in her ear. When my grandma died, my mother comforted me better than anyone even though she was going through the same pain. There's just something about Mothers. My own kids do the same thing. I hear about Parker (Kara's dog) playing with his new playmates at See Spot Clean. I get to rejoice with her about the new love in her life. I got a call on Saturday from Dave and Donna out getting their marriage license (oh happy day!).
Really, being a mom is the greatest thing in the world. Okay, except for that thing when they're teenagers and think your name spells S-T-U-P-I-D. Get through that and you've got it made. Then when they have their own teens, you can remind them of all the crappy things they did to you! And snicker under your breath.