Being a mom makes ya soft

Soft, I tell ya! SOFT! I would think that by now the pregnancy hormones are long gone so I can't use those as an excuse anymore.

It's funny I suppose. When I was a kid, my mom used to read aloud to me well past the age when I could have read myself. I just liked it when she would read to me. I remember one summer in particular she read all of the Patricia St. John books to me and I used to always think, "Oh Mom," in that, "silly Mom!" type way when she would cry at parts in the books that I just had no idea why it was tear worthy. One instance I remember especially- a mother in, I think it was set in the Middle East or North Africa, had to send away her son with his blind baby sister to try to save her and give her a better life. At the time I was like, Adventure! and my mom was weeping. When I asked her why she said because that mother would never see her children again and that was so sad. I just didn't get it at the time. Now I would be sobbing a river of tears. How do I know this? Because I've been reading Little Women to Z and there was a part were Marmee was telling Jo how she could always come to Mother with any of her woes, be they big or small and I could barely keep going. Luckily, Z is too small to judge me at this point.