Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Ode to Mom

Why is it that when you’re upset and sad and things are falling apart that no matter how hard you try to tell yourself the rational things you know should make you fell better, they just don’t stick, they don’t set in.

So you call your Mom. She says the exact same things you’ve been thinking yet somehow this time they matter. They make a difference and you listen.

Mom’s are magic like that.