Moms

Yesterday my mom commented on my blogpost:  I think your hair is lovely.

Most days it decidedly isn't, but my mom wouldn't believe that.

It reminded me of a conversation I had with Braeden a few weeks ago.  He was telling me that he got his courage up and asked one of his mentors what kind of university he could expect to get hired at, based on his work in his PhD program.

I said, "You should have just asked me."

I honestly didn't know why he needed to ask anyone else.  I know that answer.  Anywhere on this planet would be lucky to get my boy.

Braeden said, "I didn't ask you because you would have said I could get hired anywhere."

I said, "Well, you could."

I could tell Braeden didn't believe me any more than I believe my mom.

Here's the thing I always tell my kids though.  (It's a quote from the show Community that used to be on TV.)

Anyone who spent 9 months inside of me isn't good, they're great!

And if mothers think their children are amazing, it's just about quadrupled for grandmothers.  If QE ever needs a shot of confidence, I hope she asks me.

Because that girl's future is so bright, I need sunglasses.