Mother's Day

This post may be a few days early, but, that's okay. Growing up, Mother's day was always a bit of a chore. I mean that in the nicest way. But, honest to God, it was a bit of a pain in the ass. What does a child really know about what their Mothers do for them? When you get old enough to understand how much freakin work Motherdom represents all you do is resent it.

I have a new take on Mother's day. I now understand. Only took just shy of forty years.

After seeing my wife raise our children, I have a complete thorough understanding of maternal instinct and motherly love. Maternal instinct is real peeps! I never beleived it until I saw it. And how amazing is it to see Mom's look after their children?

About two years ago, my son had a rash. Looked baaaaaad. Took him to doc 1 who had no clue. Took him to doc 2 who said "I don't know what it is, but it is not strep." My wife told the doc it was strep. It was first on her differential diagnosis. The doc assured us it was not the right look or distribution for strep, which he had seen thousands of times. While doc was out of the room, my wife asked me if she should just tell the doc to run the strep culture. . . I didn't want to offend the doctor and was sure he was right (he was wearing the right garb). So, I said no, let's just follow his lead. When the doc came back, my wife told him flat out to run a strep culture regardless of what he thought. Such assertiveness. So demanding. So not go with the flow. But, this story would only be a story if she was right, which she was.

The point is: Mother's know shit us mortals do not. When their kids are involved, Mothers have nerve and backbone men could only wish for.

We'll talk more about Mother's and Mother's day in the next post. Gotta keep it pithy and germaine.