May I be your mother for a minute?
Not the
overly fussy,
passive-aggressive,
“why don't you settle down with a nice girl or boy”
kind of mother.
But a
kind,
caring,
loving,
helping someone to adjust their collar,
fix their hair,
discreetly letting them know their skirt is unzipped (or their fly),
a piece of toilet paper is stuck to their shoe
“You have something in your teeth”
kind of mother.
If we’re going to do this for another,
we must,
show up,
pay attention,
care,
and be willing to risk this
for a stranger.
(And you don’t have to be a mother to do it,
simply a human.)