Mothering as a Verb

I'm from Detroit, Michigan (Motown) and find myself invariably using automobile metaphors. I can't help myself. It runs deep in my blood. I'm also proud of the city of my birth, despite, no because of its challenges. That is another matter and the subject of a future blog perhaps. Today, I will use a story from baseball, another area where I like to pluck metaphors. Years ago and for many years I was the catcher of a co-ed softball team. They were good times with very good people. One day, a ball hit my nose. I don't remember how - did it get past the batter and hit my mask? Did I miss a throw? Did the other team hit me while I ran the bases. I can't remember. What I do remember most clearly