…And These Three Things, I Learned From My Mother.

When I was a little girl, I would watch my mother put her knee to the steering wheel and drive as she used tweezers to shape her eyebrows — something she later taught me that saved me $10 every two weeks.

She was fascinating to me. The way she did it so effortlessly, the way her knee moved from left to right with ease, never knocking anything over or getting into any accidents. I wanted to be like her when I grew up.

Ten years later, I went through that embarrassing phase of life where we think our mothers know nothing and we know everything. and about fifteen years after that, I realized she was right about most things.

I climbed into her bed not too long ago just to lay there with her. To be in her presence. If I’m honest, I wanted to lay with her, in her lap, under her bosom. I wanted her to embrace me. But I settled for the other side of the bed, giving her space to enjoy her time of reading on her kindle - which I had to practically force her to get several years before.

“I don’t want to read on a screen,” she would say, “I like reading physical books.” Years later, she has had approximately 9 kindles since and I’m pretty sure she’s in the process of ordering another one. Amazon should pay her.