Where do moms fit in the scheme of things?
In 1980, I arrived in Sögel, Germany, way up north in the British sector (remember sectors in Germany?).
Shortly after my arrival, before I knew anybody at the tiny detachment of Americans I had been assigned to, a German/American 4th of July celebration was held on post... which was NOT an American post, but a German Luftwaffe (Air Force) base on which we had a few buildings.
Kids were being taken around on a ride, pulled by a tractor driven by a German farmer, and, as I waited with my kids to put them on board, the ride stopped and a child on board, about 6 or 7, handed me an eaten corncob on a stick, wrapped in greasy paper, and said, with all the confidence in the world, "Give this to my mom."
Trash to a stranger, but, mom would take care of it
That trust.
That's what kids have.
Mom will handle it, no matter what it is.
Never found her, didn't look. Took care of it myself... knowing she'd be grateful and apologetic.
Donovan Baldwin