Poetic Justice

Sometimes being a mom feels like Death Metal, sometimes Mozart Today again, included some wonder As we sat in the clinic recovering from shots a woman with her baby girl sat there. This mother had a very strong presence; strength, warmth, kindness. I was actually sitting there being mind boggled by what having a child does to a woman. It unites us. Moms and moms have a lot in common just because of having a child. Me and this woman were very different . Different backgrounds/ethnicity/culture etc. Anyway, I was thinking of this woman and her vibe and the nurse came in and called her daughter in for her shots.."Mercy" "Mercy, come on in"..  I was like Hilarious "This is Justice" I just think Justice and Mercy go together like salt and pepper.. Anyway, I know there are other little babies named Mercy and Justice.. But there was something so precious about that little moment. About that little baby Mercy and all that she means to her mom, all that her mom hopes for her, and yes, expects from her.. So precious...