Mrs. Google

My Mom is Mrs. Google. At least that's what her friends call her. A wealth of random facts, she is constantly spouting information on birds, flowers, ailments, treatments, vitamins, housewares, kids, painting, and of course, husbands. She almost always has the answer.

Yet she is careful with her information. She admits when she is incorrect, a possible wikipedia error of sorts. She thinks before she speaks, and may not speak at all if it does not benefit.

On many of our nature walks on her property, she points to berries, vines, birds, or animals tracks, and teaches my kids as much as she can. "That stone wall was made in 1882." "See the red berries left for the birds to eat?" "Look at the moss growing up that tree trunk!" The kids listen intently as she points out everything.

Mr. Man sometimes joins in. "Look!" he says pointing down, "deer poop!"

While the kids gather round excitedly at the sight, Mrs. Google whispers in my ear, politely, "Actually that's coyote poop. You can tell by the hairs in it..."

As much as I smile and love her, it does make me think she would be the perfect "mom" candidate for one of Marion Keyes' novels.  You know the funny character who always lightens the mood after a heavy chapter?  She always makes me laugh.

"...it's also long, whereas a deer's is round. Or at least that's what I've been told. Oh, look! Our little bridge. It's made of oak, you know, so it won't rot."

Love you Mom!