Leg- Children

My husband and I divorced. It was not hateful. We just should not be married any more.

The thing that many found unusual was that we each remained close to the other's families. My husband often visited my mother. I was always close to his mother.

He called my mother Ma. I called his mother Mom. I only wish I could have been as wise as she was.

Mom liked tapioca pudding. None of the family would eat it except me. Whenever we visited she would make some just for me. 

Mom and I had the same feelings about family. Family members should make the effort to be a part of the family. 

Many years after she died I was having lunch with my sister-in-law. The topic of conversation went to Mom as it usually did. 

I knew Mom had been hurt because I never sent my kids to spend the summer with her. I knew my kids. I called them "leg-children" because they made sure I was close by. They would have stayed as long as I was near. Otherwise they would have cried the whole time.

My sister-in-law laughed. She said they were the same way. 

It is funny how patterns repeat.