It’s what we Moms do. Fix things. Band-aids on skinned knees. An embrace to sooth a tearful child. Comfort food to welcome and cheer. Their trusting faces say “Mommy, you can fix anything.” We believe it, until we don’t. Until we can’t. Can’t fix it.
Read MoreThe tears are a gift. In that unbidden place of sorrow, memories are released. They reassure me how fiercely I love not only the Mom she was, but the Mom she became. The Mom who faced adversity with graciousness, courage and tenacity.
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