The Finder

I am the finder of things in this home.  Like all mothers,  it is one of those jobs that can’t  be put on our resume, but damn were good at it.    As my children get older, I thought that the lost and found department would require less staff.. Not true.  “Someone” still lives here.  “ Someone took it”, is the most common statement, which usually follows a hair flip or a hand gesture like Vanna White pointing to the scene of the crime.    Today,  I found a couple of important items that have been lost for months.  Oddly enough they were found in 5 steps of “someone's”  bedroom.    I am looking back into my own life and can’t remember my mother as my detective, but I am sure she was.    What age did I suddenly take ownership of my life and my stuff?   Probably around the time I gave birth to  “ someone”.