Mama Hen

 

 

My Mama. I could not ask for one better. A mom who rubbed little circles of comfort on my back when my tummy was upset. A mom who stormed the castle of my elementary school if ever I was treated unjustly. A mom who made matching t-shirts for all of my friends when they came over for a sleepover. Always there to listen and care and joke. Ready with craft supplies and snacks and songs. Understanding. Love in person-form. Reliable and strong and fun and talented. I am lucky. The luckiest.