My Mothers name is Jane and people often call her "Lady Jane". She is a very nice Mom and always gets me things when it isn't my birthday. She can cook really well, but she also can take care of the horses and animals better than anyone. The horses seem to prefer it when Mom feeds and combs them. When we went to Missouri Mom had to stay behind to make sure everything got done well. We have people who come to help clean out the stables and to mow the front lawn, but Mom doesn't like to leave for too long because she wants to be sure things are done right, especially regarding the horses. Her favorite horse is called Jezebel and "she runs like the wind" says Mom. She gets up almost every morning to ride her except sometimes on sundays because of church. Mom told me that when she was a girl that she never really liked horses and always hated cleaning them and taking care of them which was very surprising for me to hear. She says that she was more of a "tomboy" and liked to play baseball and go bike riding with her friends. When Mom and Dad moved to the ranch before I was born, Mom didn't really care for the horses even then. I asked Dad what he thought about that and he said it was fine that he was sure that "she would naturally grow to love them as all city people who move to the country do". Mom said that it was a palomino named "Sam" that started her love for horses and Jezebel "finished the deal".
Mom now spends her time taking care of the horses and me and is also very involved with her many projects to help people "who grew up like me without much" as she says. She also has recently learned how to make ceramic objects that sometimes are useful and sometimes not. While we were gone she made a ceramic fish that is really beautiful and somehow always looks wet. She gave it to me to put on my bookshelf in my room. On the bottom it says "to my boy, don't ever stop swimming, love, Mom". I was unable to say anything and the room went quiet when Grandpa muttered "what the heck does that mean?" We all just looked at him and Dad without looking away from grandpa said "Jem, get grandpa his pills."
In honor of Mom, today's word is "ceramic" and it means "made of clay and hardened by heat", "from Greek keramikos". I read that to Mom and she said "sounds like a family trait to me".
Once again the boy is confused.