While trying to take photos of barn swallows swooping through the apartment complex, I became a not entirely disinterested observer of the Friday afternoon drama across the way.
A teen driver deposited a carload of kids in the parking lot after school and sped off. I went about my business. Who knows what business the kids went about? Some hours later the single mom who lives in that apartment arrived home, and an assortment of teens were booted out the front door with little but their cellphones for diversion.
As a single mom of teen boys back a decade or so, I wonder how many times my home resembled her home when I was away at work. By her, I mean the woman with the silver car, not the barn swallow, but I wish them both a happy Mother's Day.
© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder