Lessons from Mom
After my dentist's appointment this week, my Mom's first cousin helped to take me home. (I was put under because of the anxiety I was feeling.) As I was buttoning up my coat and getting ready to put on my hat and gloves, she noticed that I routinely stuff my gloves into my hat. "Your Mother taught you well" or something to that effect was her comment. I never gave it much thought, but she's right. It's one of those habits that become so ingrained that you don't remember where you first picked it up. Indeed, it was from Mom, one of her many valuable lessons.