The day began with more of the same chaos than yesterday. The birds sang too loudly and woke the baby. The sky was too blue and the hue to deep for my contemplation. I have no time for such foolishness.
Both dogs and children beg for their empty food dishes to be filled. Cats wind their bodies around my ankles and hamper my walk.
What brought me to such familiarity? Why do these noises sink deeper into my head than into the heads of other family members?
It’s my eyes and my ears. I have too many of them. When you are born with too many, that is how you live.
My front ones turn left and right, while the side versions twirl up and down. The others twizzle incessantly.
Am I a monster of some kind? No, I am a mother and a teacher and a homemaker and a wife and a seamstress and a baker and a meal planner. That’s why I have more senses than others. I am the necessity of mother.
Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her: “There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all!” (Proverbs 31:28-29, NLT)
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