At church yesterday, the pastor opened up a "share time" about what you most appreciated about your mother. It was the usual, boring rigamarole you'd expect people to say in church. Although I really enjoyed when a woman talked about her mother's "selfishness".
What I wanted to say but didn't: There are a lot of boring people in the world (and glance around at all the people with a cocked eyebrow), but my mom is not one of them. She's the only woman in a church of over 1,000 whose children refer to her as The Chief... and mean it.
I now appreciate my odd mama. Although, my young mullet-headed self would cringe every time she'd send a note to the teacher signed, "Merci". That mullet instilled character in me. And, I remember the time when I came across tuna salad that wasn't bright yellow. My mom's favorite spice is mustard. We had no ketchup... or really anything else besides mustard. This instilled an openness to any kind of cuisine. I'm not a picky eater.
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