The older I get, the smarter my mom gets. (Funny how that happens). She celebrates her 80th birthday this month. She's practically a matriarchal genius. As far as mothering goes, she's seen it all -- and done it all. She raised seven children to adulthood, kept us from annihilating ourselves (and, at times, each other), fed and clothed us on a shoestring income, helped dad with his television repair business (taking care of customers, hauling bulky televisions, and keeping the books), and managed to mother most of the neighborhood's ragamuffin kids too.