I just got off the phone with my mom.
She's in the hospital, recovering from swine flu and pneumonia (oh, my!).
Being a mother is who my mother is. And now that she's on the mend, she's busy mothering the nurses.
My mom told me about several of them, the connections she's made with them (Her mother grew up in Starr Valley. Do you remember this family? Her husband works with Edgar...possibly).
My mom has been busy.
She told me about one nurse that she's worried about. She's a single mother, raising three little boys. My mom told me what a great mother this nurse is. My mom is concerned about the difficulties of raising her children alone. Her heart aches for this nurse who works night shifts and then goes home to get her children off to school. Then she started worrying about the hill this nurse will need to traverse to go to and from work when it snows. She was relieved when the nurse told my mom she ordered studded tires.
I'm sure all of these nurses love her and are happy to be welcomed under her comforting wings.
Just like I always was. Just like my mom's students when she was a teacher. Just like her coworkers now that she's an accountant.
She's a mother. And a magnetic one that attracts those who need mothering.