Last night I was trying to decide how best to talk about Mom to friends who never met her. I found myself trying to decide which Mom to describe.

I was reminded of how, many years ago, when I was in first grade, my piano teacher told me that Mom was like a running note. She pointed to the stick figures in the music book. I quickly began pointing to all the stick figures in the book, saying, she's also walking-up-a-hill Mom, stretching-Mom, standing-on-your-head Mom . . .

So I decided to do a post of just a few of the many Moms . . .