When I was about 25 or so, I was out of town and I took my twins and my young foster sister to McDonalds. It was chaos. Three little kids, a busy Sunday morning, and of course this Mcd’s had no play place so the kids had nothing to do except sit beside me and bicker. Here I was, 25 years old, with three kids, in the middle of the storm. Kids fighting, milk spilling, when an older man leaned down to me, smiled and said, “Happy Mother’s Day, Mama.” Continue reading →