The Universal Mommy

Yesterday I sat in a little street cafe in Paris having dinner. Besides me there was a mother and her two children. There was a little girl who may have been six or seven and a little boy who looked to be about five. 

The two children sat having the best time playing with their newly acquired toys from their fast food meal. In the mist of their delight they chattered away aimlessness and took total delight in emerging themselves into a world of make believe that children of that age do so well.

Meanwhile the mother managed the realistic things that all mothers manage. When it was time to go she nudged the children in fluent French that it was time to pack up their belongings and prepare to leave. Of course this saddened the two who were totally engaged in magnificent game of marching their little toys across the table.

As the mother gave each child directions her tone of voice indicated that she wanted a little more speed added to the process. Keeping in mind that I do not speak French there were no hinderances in my ability to understand what she wanted her children to do.

Mommies have a way of connecting to way of connecting to each other that surpasses language. I sat and watched as she reminded the children not to leave their belongings, to pick up their trash and to stay together by holding hands.

Before they left she straightened her daughter's clothing and took both children by the hand before leaving for their next venture in the city of Paris.

The language of motherhood is the same all over the world. We speak the simple language of nurturing, concern and sometimes frustration, but regardless  of the language we stand united as one when it comes to our children.