Dealing with Mom’s can be joyful, hurtful, confusing, fun and scary. This is part one in a serious of stories about being a Mom and a friend. Last time I moved I was challenged. I am not a cliquey mom but I need friends like everyone else and had to cope with living in a new city and find my people.
Magical Dutch Cheese with a Story to Tell
Today I was buying some cheese from a nut and cheese shop. As I entered the shop, a young teenager burst into laughter. He was in training and goofing around. I didn't mind as it was late in the day and a bit of humor is always good. I tasted a cheese sample as he explained, "This one is cheese with a story." I asked, "What story?"
"I don't know; I guess when you bite into it your taste buds explode, and you will think of a story to tell."
I laughed, "So do you have a story for me?"
He didn't but he continued to giggle promising me a story next time I came in. I bought the cheese heading home thinking of listening to my parents and grandparents stories, and I am always up for a good tale. As Shel Silverstein so cleverly put it...
If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hop-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer ...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
I am always welcoming of guests, a dreamer, a wisher and I have some magical cheese at my house. Even without guests, one thing I can guarantee is that in this house we sit around a table twice a day and tell stories. Make sure you light a candle from time to time but never forget to take the time to spin some tales.
–Allison Ochs, Social Worker M.S.W. , Coach, Expat, Mother of three, Wife