Last weekend, as we celebrated the day set aside to honor our moms, I was reminded of a child’s eye view of motherhood, something that was shared with me by a woman I met a few years ago, while working on a story about a teacher-in-waiting, fresh off her student teacher assignment.
As co-workers share anecdotes about babies’ firsts and seek advice about parenting their little ones, as one anticipates the birth of her twins and we celebrate another new mom with a baby shower, I’m entering a curious new chapter in the mysterious story of the parent-child connection.
There was fire. There was smoke. There was carnage. There were screams. Do not be alarmed though because it was only a drill.