Mothers' Day ...

Earlier, I was trying to remember my first memory of my mother.

I tried to remember by age. Did I remember anything about her from when I was 3? Nothing sprang to mind. Instead, my brain decided to remember the trip we took to Disneyland when I was 4.

I remembered my mom wearing oh-so-hip white sunglasses. And the very rare pair of shorts in public. And I remembered the little sunsuit that she had made for me, a sporty number in red, white, and blue. A blocky pattern featuring various red and blue elephants.

Yes, elephants. Red and blue elephants. Worn by her daughter. Who would grow up to be a flaming liberal.

I find that amusing.