Door County Peninsula . . .

Ended up roaming around the Door County Peninsula in my dreams last night. I remember when our oldest took us for a beautiful ride when we visited him in Wisconsin and it felt as if we were driving up the New England coast line. It was a great dream but P&D's Pop woke me up for breakfast and that was that. I'm reading a novel that takes place on Washington Island and I'm sure that's what precipitated the dream. Maybe tonight I can dream about The House on the Rock and The Dells. That would be sweet. We were there in 1996. Big changes in our lives since then. Those Kiddos are all grown and living their interesting lives while we appreciate them and their accomplishments. Very nice indeed.

Weird insight . . .

Haven't been writing lately. But today I think I've come to the conclusion that wanting to be Ma instead of Mom was my brain's way of not letting go of our Big Kids. I believe that Ma is really the equivalent of Mommy that I absolutely despise when I see it used in social media or when I hear a grown woman speak with her Mother and call her Mommy. It grates on me so much I think I have a true phobia. But . . . as I listen to our adult progeny I realize that they have been more adept at letting go than I. They already refer to me as Mom and they're right; I am Mom - not a Ma who may try to get her way because she is their Ma who with their Dad and Great Aunt helped to raise them. So as I realize this I am  happy to be Mom and let our big kiddos continue their lives as they have been doing. They are certainly the very capable humans we wanted them to be.