They say that you get your conscience from your mother. I got a lot from her. More than I could ever give back, but that is the way it is with mothers. She loved me so much, fostered me in everything I ever did. Sheltered me from the scary reality of the world. Taught me to read. Taught me to tie my shoe laces, how to knead bread. She loved me.
Now that I have my own children, I try to do as she did. It is with a whole new awareness of conscience though. In this day and age of the information super highway, nuclear giants and ethical infants, it is hard to bring children up whilst nurturing their conscience. I wish my mother was still around so that I could talk it over with her. She died a 424 days ago now. Just two days before my son, Harry, was born. She would love him.