So this is going to be a short post but I couldn't resist writing it. I'm on the iPhone again so if something is whacky that would bewhy. I'm sharing the car with my ma, code name Snow Bear, today and during the process of getting out of the house this morning I had an epiphany. This ocurred somewhere between being chased away from the coffee maker and being shooed out of the living room. The epiphany is this: having kids is like herding turkeys.
Yes, herding turkeys. I suppose I could say goats, but turkeys are funnier. Anyway, having kids is like herding turkeys and you're either god at it or you aren't. Sometimes you can learn to do it and other times you can't and the turkeys will scatter hysterically at the mere sight of you no matter what you do. Now some of you might remember the post where I wrote about losing 17 turkeys while housesitting. Yes I think it's safe to say that I'm not very good at turkey herding. Or chicken herding for the matter. Well, besides my beloved Demon Chickens. But I digress.
The point is that the turkey herders of the world, the moms, will always be what they are. You don't lose the skill. Sometimes your own kids leave home (ahem, sometimes they don't) and the moms end up mothering friends of their own children or kids in the area. Sometimes they mother their pets. And sometimes they don't mother anyone until they have grandkids to usher around. But a mom is always a mom. And sometimes they herd you like a turkey, like my own ma this morning. But where would we be without mothers? And yes, this post was also influenced by my ever-rounder sis Fenris, who's going to be a great turkey herder.