In honor of Mother's Day I thought it might be nice to write something to do with my Mom. I've talked about her on the blog before, so by now you might know that she grew up in Maine, and that she is currently living in Switzerland.
Here's something about my Mom that maybe you didn't know. She is a big kid. Syndi McNally is sharp as a tack, with a mind for mechanics, and an almost effortless capacity for creativity. But in addition to her natural intelligence, she posesses a sort of child like innocence. She sees, and assumes the best in other people, in animals, even in inanimate plant life. I've seen her scold a plant, encourage a dog, and negotiate with a baby. She wears her heart on her sleeve. She giggles. She pouts. She stomps her feet when she's mad, and she bats her eyelashes when she's happy. Syndi McNally is just what she seems, a warm, funny, gifted person who looks at the world in her own way.
And she is REALLY good at eating lobster. If there is something edible in there, she is getting it out. My Mom eats lobsters the way I imagine a mermaid would. She sucks on the legs and picks through the ribs. She nibbles between its brains, and cracks open its flukes. My Mom knows that the secret meats are the tastiest, and thanks to her, my sisters and I know how to get to them too.