My Children and My Delegation

Of all the things I have done, I am most proud of being a mother.
I rarely write about my children:
1) They are grown
2) They are so precious to me, my words never seem to suffice
3) I think they might not like it
4) I would never want them to not be able to share something with me for fear of it being in print
5) I prefer speaking to them directly instead of writing about them
6) Much of my writing is fueled by angst which not all of us have.
Cool-headed Katherine handles business.
KD is the one who flies free,who writes, and paints, and loves the stage. (And is angst-ridden)
Kathy is entirely unavailable. There is no outside world for her. We used to mean to her, I hate to confess, but you don't know how nerve wracking it is to be with someone who cries all the time. So it got better because we just gave her a rocking chair and gave her back her own special babies, and presto! The tears were gone.
Sam said he was lucky. He was the only one to meet Angel and Gypsy Nurse.
There are others. Each has a job to do.
The trickiest part is when two of you have to be in the same place at the same time.
I used to be always able to keep them apart until Sam.
He insisted and persisted until he met my sons and daughter.
KD and 'Mom' are from different worlds.
Sam was curious later why I was acting so strange.
My kids wondered the same thing.
When my sons started jamming with Sam, we all learned to accept a 'Mom,' me, that is also KD, me.
But at first I was discombobulated.