Moms

My girls are playing contentedly on and around our downstairs sectional.

I'm having one of those, "aw... they are so cute" moments.

I'm also having one of those, "I wish I would have listened to my mom when I bought the couch before I was married.

She hesitated when I said it was white.

But no, I loved it, had to have it. Surly moms aren't still always right when you have grown up and are about to be married.

It's uncanny.

They are.

Always right, that is, but don't tell her I said so.

That is why the microfiber I had upstairs is now leather, as she predicted I would like better.

And why I know I will probably get darker furniture down here when I eventually replace this, if it ever happens.

It is also why I hated the vinyl floor I put in. "Yes, Mom, you were right, it was too light, it showed everything."

It might be why I love my wood floor, she said it would be great.

I know.

She was right. :-)

It's why when I look at my hair now, and back at it when it was shorter, I realized that in this, too, she knew. It's looks better long.

I could probably make this a mile long, but needless to say, I'm learning to listen a little more.

I wasn't planning on making this an Ode to my mother, but mom's have a way of creeping up into your life, even when they aren't there. I wonder if my girls are going to have one of these moments in the future.

I hope so.

It will do wonders for my self-esteem.

It's rather disheartening to be wrong so often. :-)

I also wonder if now I have a little bit of this secret "mom power"?

Does it come all at once or does it grow little by little?

Thanks Mom for continuing to tell me what is good for me, even when I don't always listen.