I LOVE my Mom . . .

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Yes . . . . my mother IS Pocahontas. I have known this all my life, as have my siblings, but this week it just became a little clearer. Our neighbor, Chuck, has(I guess I should say had) 4 big pine trees that line his front yard just as we do. I happened to be driving my mother home when we past the now open space that used to house the trees. She immedietly let out a gasp, "What is he doing!?! Oh, how awful!" I brought reality back when I told her they were only trees, that it was no big deal. Now, those that know my mother know that my statement was meet with disbelief. We went into the house and got busy doing things. After a little while she stopped and, with all emotion, said, "Oh. I can just feel the pain that our trees have for his trees, their friends."
To which I replied, "Mom, come on, are you kidding me, they are just trees - they don't feel!"

"They do feel Mia! How can you not see their pain - those trees watched you grow up!!"

"They did not watch me grow up - they have no eyes!"

"Mia! Have you not seen Lord of the Ring?!"

to which I lovingly replied, "No, I have not seen Lord of the Ring but I have seen Lord of the RingS." Haha - I crack myself up and I love that accently prone mother, even if for days after, everytime I see her, I break into singing, "Has Chuck ever seen a wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Has he asked the grinning bobcat why he grins? - - - - - How high would Chuck's pine trees grow? He cut them down, so he'll never know!!!