Mother Butter
My younger brother and I were, at times , somewhat enthusiastic and not terribly considerate of my mom. Between our grand schemes, monumental battles, and overabundance of personality, I can’t even wrap my head around how exhausting we must have been. When we were especially appalling Dad would call us to the carpet: “You kids have got to stop turning your mom into ‘Mother Butter.’ She is a goddess who gave you life and would do anything for you- QUIT SHAKING HER UP AND CHURNING HER AROUND.” by Garth Williams “But… but…” “No buts, you don’t have a counterpoint, she’s your mom, you will appreciate and respect her at all times and that’s the end of the discussion .” Only now that I study mother’s milk, do I recognize the fantastic word-smithery of “Mother Butter.” So here’s to all the wonderful, exhausted, loving, exasperated, nurturing, driven-to-their-wits-end, magical mothers. May your darling demon children grow up to be in awe of all you’ve done and all you are. I know I hav