Mom

You call me Mom, and that’s all the job title I need. While the house shakes and the sky flashes neon from the basement, I’m in the kitchen with an apron on and a smile ready. Dexter’s genius, Dee Dee’s energy, and my husband’s... let’s say 'enthusiastic' absences are all just part of the daily rhythm. I don’t ask too many questions, and I never lose my cool. Sometimes you just have to hum along, call out their names, and keep stirring the soup.