last night while sitting in a car.
i heard a story about trains.
see, apparently, when these old, rickety trains carried
loads of all sorts of things from people to steel to candy (i’m making this part of the story up)
their wheels turned
they actually started moving
so the wheels were moving, going, working…
the train actually progressed toward its destination
toward the next adventure
and by now, we’re all wondering how this has to do with why mom’s matter
well, unless, of course, you’re the type to not read titles
then you’re like where did that come from!
anyway, see, here.
mom’s matter because
they’re the ones standing on the sidelines, cheering you on, helping you to start to move, encouraging you, crying while they send you off, and reminding you that even though you may be in a season that feels like you’re just spinning your wheels…
you’re still moving forward
toward that next adventure
ht: the gypsy mama