• Mothering

    Memories of our own mothers flood over us on Mother’s Day. Unconditional love, teaching, mentoring and patience is what we like to remember. We don’t have to be mothers to “mother” someone or something. One of my powerful memories is mothering a fledgling that Gregory and I found in our yard one morning. We actually found 3, but one got away and one died in the heat of a July summer. We did manage to feed Laurel the right food after failing a few times. With the help and ingenuity of my father who just happened to be visiting us — Laurel learned to fly under his love and patience.…