Tying One On
On the first day of first grade I went to the neighbors crying my eyes out . . . shoe laces dragging in the dirt. Jeanne, the across the street first grade girl friend offered to help. It took one shoe tying demo from Jeanne and BANG! the light bulb went on. First try both shoes were tied with a bow . . .and no knots. . . and me...no longer a slave to when my mom could or could not tie my shoes. I was solo shoe string flying on my own. Whoo hoo!
Mom was never a good teacher when it came to things like tying shoes or advice on the meaning of life. Mom was mom and ya just had to love her for who she was. She did the best with what she had to work with. And that was fine with me because I knew that it's true that we only have one mom to love . . . and tolerate.
Funny what you remember after so much of time has passed.