Let’s celebrate moms on Mother’s Day, even if we find them

I’m a word nerd, so when I’m trying to understand something, my first impulse is to look it up in the dictionary. In the spirit of a holiday, we take the word “mother.” I’ve noticed that the American Heritage Dictionary provides ten definitions of words when used as nouns.

Take this opportunity to see what is even more interesting is that the two definitions of the word “mother” are as a motivator. One means “giving birth.” Another: “To be examined, nourished, and to protect motherhood.”

I feel that the adverb is vast. Rather than “just a mother does,” he says, “just a good mother,” whether the behavior comes from a woman, whether it is a biological mother or not. As a father of three, I can see the era of “not suffocating” my daughter.

In that spirit, I declare: “The more moms, the better!”

This leads me to confess my bad habits. I often untie my shoes and walk around. I think this is dangerous because my mother, Shirley Clark, has spent over 80 years telling me that. It was my father who taught me how to tie a bow, but it was my mom who pointed out the danger of slipping the string. “You’re going to collapse and commit suicide!”

I mostly wear expensive athletic shoes. (I don’t like slip-ons.) If I tie them too tightly, my legs tend to become numb. This isn’t good when I’m driving! So I sometimes open the race.

The problem with lower waists for the elderly means that there are days when you have trouble giving in to wearing socks and tying your shoes. My wife receives extra pay for her help. But let me say she has a rough touch when tying her shoes. It’s probably a reflection from double chasing the kids.

I have experienced firsthand the dangers of loose strings. I stepped into the race and tripped forward, but never went down the stairs or put my face. More often, inside the house, I close the door and catch a race of late. As a result, you will have an uneasy quick stop.

What I’m trying to share with you is absolutely true and perhaps debate. Because it suggests gender stereotypes that it may not.

At least 100 people, mostly strangers in shops and coffee shops, point out that my shoes have been unraveled. “Sir, your shoes are untied. We don’t want you to travel!” That’s a lovely courtesy. Of those 100, there could have been more – not alone. They were all women! And at this point, in the spirit of a holiday, I suggest that they were all mamas!

On a day when my back was very painful and uncurved, a young woman at work insisted on falling on one knee to hold her sneakers in place. There were three witnesses. All those women. No one complained to HR.

I sat in the doctor’s waiting room, probably across from the face of a faceless woman in the 90s, caring about my business. She reminded me a bit of my mother in her later years and delivered commands about disobedient children: “I will tie your shoes.”

In honor of Mother’s Day, I will make the decision to tie my shoes together. But if I do so, I hope that all moms in the world will pay attention to me no matter what form, but provide me with attention and attention when I need it.