The Essence of Motherhood
Yesterday, in my car, I watched two women cross an intersection in front of me on foot. They looked to be a mother and daughter. Mom was perhaps 40 and the daughter about 20.
Daughter said nothing, strode forward, smiled and gazed straight ahead. Mother worked to keep up, spoke and never turned her eyes from her daughter’s face.
Guy D. Johnson is a writer and marketing communications professional. Previously an animation studio owner, daily newspaper editor, reporter and photographer, volunteer fireman, railroad bridge gang helper, FM radio station underling and cave guide. He has lived on farmland trusted to the sun and rain; atop a wooded hill; beside great rivers; upon an arid, high plateau; and at the subtropical coast of the Gulf of Mexico. For 20 years, he worked and wrote in New Orleans.