The rain turned the backyard into a sloshy mess of mud. The green blades of grass, which for months were hidden under a blanket…
onward brave mother
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We love stories of bravery – they are the stories we gather our children together to share, they are the ones that we pass…
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A glimpse at the brave, and very real, mother. She understands that staying up late holding her toddler doesn’t mean that she’ll get to…
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A description of a mother. Amazing: She’s a giver of self, master of the schedule, who has the ability to get everyone dressed and…
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But where does this idea of being perfect come from? I read the words embedded in my comments and mulled them over – me…
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I sat there, exhausted, in my living room on the much to worn plaid couch with a rip in the seam that I always…