The Joan, Old School

My appreciation for my mother continues to multiply as I experience my own musings and outrages as a mother myself.  Back in the day, when I was a kid, my mother had, what now seems, an endless cache of patients. Of course at the time, I thought she was like totally not fair! She never screamed or yelled or lost her cool. She rarely played the Dad card, and never once laid a hand on us. She could, however, chuck a wicked flip flop down the hall...around the corner...and never miss. I think it was her super power.
Her spidey senses were sharp. They aided her in always knowing (well....maybe not always) what I was up to. She once chased after a car she thought contained me, only to loose the muffler off of Auntie's station wagon as they "Duke's Of Hazzard-ed" it over the railroad tracks. Old school.
She made dinner every night, and it was always delicious. She did it all, without a cell phone or the internet  or remote controls or chicken nuggets. She never cursed or complained. Here I am, a modern mother with every conceivable technology at my fingertips. I have a vacuum cleaner that will suck the paint off your car, a phone that will create a meal at the spin of an app, I can change the channel from the other room, and my chicken is boneless, skinless, flash frozen and vacuum packed, individually. I had a Diaper Genie, she was the Diaper Genie. It's like The Jetsons, in comparison. So today, I give a shout out to my Mom, The Joan. She was old school before old school was cool. When I grow up, I wanna be just like her.
(love you, mom ♥)