This beautiful pregnant woman in one of those long colorful summer dresses was folding piles of clothes while her 2 children played with each other on the seats lined by the window. Every now and then they would get a little boisterous and she would firmly remind them of her expectations for good behavior.
At on point the little boy (maybe 4or5) begins to say “momma” over and over again.
He would stand on one foot and then the other, changing the tone of the word each time he switched the foot or changed his “move”.
I heard a sigh with the taking in of breath only a mom about to cut some fun short can take. I looked up from my book towards her. She looked exasperated....our eyes met, with a big smile I said “mine’s 22”. She relaxed and he continued to entertain us with the same steady one line momma song. He kind of made my day a little.
Every now and then my daughter calls with the momma song. I’ll appreciate it even more from this day on. I'm going to miss it when it's gone.