Happy Mother's Day
Peacebang would like to wish an especially happy Mother's Day to Sister of Peacebang, who spends her days and much of her heart and soul taking care of other mother's children.
We are two fierce spinsters, weaving art and magic and old show tunes and stern love, pride and encouragement around all the babies in our care. We doubt we could manage it with such passion if we had endless noses to wipe and soccer games to go to and macaroni and cheese to make at home and wet towels to pick up around the house. So in our homes, we keep close by us four-legged children who understand our need for quiet, uninterrupted hours of reading time and for sleeping late on the weekends, and who do not arouse in us worries that the American family is going straight to Hell in an SUV.
P.S. That's not us in the photo. It's a generic cute pic that someone sent me. But it reminded me of when we were little and Shirley would dress us in matching red, white and blue outfits. True to life, the younger one (PB) would have been far more likely than the shyer and more modest S.O.P.B. to be willing to show her undies. Although if memory serves, there was a little episode of nakedness back in our old home town, where S.O.P.B. stripped down at a birthday party and was sent home in shame.
Is that sick or what? She was like FOUR; an age where every child should get nekkid and run through the sprinkler on a hot day.
A similar outrage occurred on Halloween in 1972. My first grade teacher said that it was time to change into our costumes, whereupon 6-year-old Peacebang promptly stood up and pulled her dress over her head. "Not NOW, dear!" quoth the flustered Mrs. D.