My mother and me, in the snow, some decades ago at my grandparents’ home. I wonder who took this picture.
Perspective: My students are the same age, or older, as my mother is in this photograph.
Further perspective: When she was my age today, my mother had a 15-year-old son learning to drive. Frightening.
How she did it I’ll never know, but all of the things a mother must do, she did well. She’s a special lady.
And I don’t feel a day older. Just don’t stare at the silver in my hair, OK?
