The Hancock-Henderson Quill, Inc.

Mothers:definitely a different lot

by Dessa Rodeffer, Publisher/Owner

We're mild mannered, yet busy as bees. We like to relax, but we don't like to sit:unless, of course, we have a good book or are watching a sentimental movie.

We are more of a serious lotÊÐ not so much jokers Ð so we may not find things as funny as the guys do Ð who are always teasing us Ð more to make us mad than to make us laugh.

We like to be home to do things around the house, and we take pleasure in those few times when we can enjoy a long quiet bath with lots of bubbles and no interruptions

And we like to be on the go and visit family and friends. We like manicures, hair appointments, and window shopping :and finding an expensive item at a bargain price can make our day.

We like fresh tomatoes and vegetables from the garden, or fresh meat and fruit from the deli and trying new recipes that might please our family.

When we have enough time, we love preparing special feasts for friends, using our fine china and goblets and presenting a wonderful dessert to top it off.

We love sing-alongs, hearing poems read, chamber music, piano concerts and plays.

Yet, we love picnics and Kentucky Fried Chicken, going to the park with all our family and friends.

This is when we can go without the fine china and glasses and opt for the paper plates and forgo the diet for a double rich dessert that Grandma might make.

This is when we forget about neatness, and how our hair looks, and relax in bluejeans or shorts, pushing the youngsters in the swings, throwing a Frisbee, sliding down the slide, or playing volleyball or baseball just for fun.

We come prepared with bandaids, wash cloths, extra clothes, even a swim suit and towel stuck in a bag - just in case.

We can sit on a blanket and watch as children climb trees, bring over a stray kitty or puppy, wade through the creek, run through the wooded trails until the air cools.

As we watch the children play, we recall our own childhood days, when we jumped rope, played hopscotch, roller skated, had a lemonade stand and giggled and laughed until our sides hurt.

Then we laid in the yard and watched the clouds form and imagined what we thought they were.

And then we wondered what we would be when we grew up, as we played with our dolls, and set our tables with our play dishes, we all knew we wanted to be a momÐjust like the one we had.

No matter, how angry she made us, no matter how many times she told us "no", we just loved her all the more.

She was a teacher, a nurse, a friend, an entertainer, a hard worker, the one we had the most fun with, that understood our many feelings and assured us everything would be okay.

And no matter what, she was always very proud to be called our Mother.