My mom is awesome. I remember once, when I was pretty young, it was warm and rainy out one day. She told me and Amy to take off our socks and shoes and go outside to splash in puddles in the driveway. We happily obliged! She’d always let me lick the beaters when she was baking chocolate chip cookies, let me play with her jar of buttons while she sewed, made us play dough from scratch, let us make a huge mess of it on the kitchen table, and always had hot cocoa waiting for us when we came inside from sledding. So, yeah. Awesome. Basically the kind of mother I’d want to be, if I wanted kids that is.