happy mother’s day

one of the coaches at the mountain bike skills camp I went to this weekend is 19. nine-teen. that’s right. one. nine. yes if I’d been so inclined or careless or lucky or however you want to think of it or whatever you want to call it, she could be my daughter. although if I had had kids they probably wouldn’t be that awesome, which is one of the reasons that I didn’t, but anyway… there’s a moment of whoa that would have been a whole different life that I cannot even imagine and I think about my mom and who she was before she was my mom and whether she really wanted to have kids or not…

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