It’s funny how sometimes the mind reflects on some things long gone, or events that happened so many years ago. Take, for example, my early first experiences as an immigrant to the USA.

When I first set foot at JFK Airport, I noticed right away that America was a fast paced country and that the lifestyle was gonna be frenetic and frenzied. But I was equally surprised to hear everyone – from the Customs and Immigration Officer to the baggage attendant to the security officers – mutter about Moms under their breaths.

As a young, impressionable teenager setting foot for the first time in a vast country where I had preconceived notions of callousness and insensitivity, I was impressed that everyone thought so highly of mothers that they kept referring to them at every twist and turn.

Then when my bag accidentally rolled over an old lady’s foot and she yelled out for “Mother” followed by another word that I had never heard before in my Christian upbringing, I realized how wrong I was.

This was surely no celebration by anyone, or everyone, of mothers or of Mothers’s Day, 365 days, 24/7. as I had initially thought to myself in those early first hours of my American experience….”Reflections of A Writer”…Miles Alex.