Corn

It was an afternoon spent in the sunshine

with barefoot wiggle toes

and three freckle growing noses.

(The tiniest nose around here spent her afternoon snoozing...)

And preparing for a Mother's Day feast,

we brought the chores outdoors

so little fingers

could learn the task.

It's the little things 

that teach the lessons,

form the memories,

shape the habits,

leave the legacy.

And,

as my momma used to say, still says

corn have ears.

A ironic little reminder

of the constant audience

we as mommas have...

little moldable minds

total little sponges

watching, learning, soaking up

my language, reactions, 

my outlook, perspective,

attitude...

A pretty grand responsibility, actually.