HOW TO FIND YOUR MOM IN A SUPERMARKET
I read a story about a six-year-old boy who was separated from his mother in a supermarket. So he frantically called, "Martha! Martha! Martha!" That was his mother's name and she came running to him quickly.
"But, honey," she admonished, "you shouldn't call me 'Martha', I'm 'Mother' to you."
"Yes, I know," he answered, "but this store is full of mothers."
(From a sermon by Danilo Santiago, Honoring the Virtuous Women, 8/18/2012)