That's what mothers do. They stand by us, and give us strength to stand alone. They make us unafraid. They dry our tears and get us to laugh, even when we don't want to. But in our later years, tears still come, especially when we recall how much our mothers mean to us, and how much they always, always will.
My dog Dashiell and I pass the building's sign each day and it has inspired me to think about my own watermarks -- the things of myself that I've left behind and will leave behind. Not the concrete things like the furniture, books and paintings that are sitting in a storage vault in California, but the impressions I've left/etched on people I've encountered through the years.