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Someday, when college classes have you struggling to come up for air, I will be there to do whatever I can to help lighten your load. 

When your job takes everything you have and you need someone to tell, I’ll be there with ears eager to listen. 

When you have your first baby, I will be there to help as much as you need and want me, to change diapers and wash bottles. 

When you are having a tough day raising your babies and you desperately need a nap, a hot bath, or a date night away from your children, I will be there ready to make it happen. 

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When you are struggling with a financial issue, I will help you find solutions and won’t rest until we figure it out . . . together

When life hits you hard and leaves you struggling on the ground, I will be there to pick you up. 

When you need me, I will remind you it is OK to need help, that we all need help sometimes. 

I am your motherit’s a lifelong commitment and a blessing I pray I never take for granted.

Being there for you doesn’t stop when you turn 18 or move out or get married. 

I pray you never feel alone and never have to wonder if I will have your back, no matter how old you are.

If you ever think I don’t want to help you or I view your needing help as some type of weakness, then I have failed as a mother. 

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If you ever have to question whether I will do everything in my power to make your hard days a little easier, then I am doing something very wrong.

The immeasurable depths of my love for you do not shallow with time, nor should my promise to help and support you. 

As long as I draw breath, my child, I will be there for you to the best of my ability.

It’s not just my job; it’s my privilege. 

Emily J. Merrick

Emily J. Merrick has a Bachelor's Degree in Family Studies from the University of Kentucky. She worked in a variety of social work and educational settings before becoming a full-time stay-at-home-mom in 2002. She and her (high-school sweetheart) husband have been together for almost 30 years and married for 24. Emily is a mother of six. Her third child passed away after heart surgery. Emily's five living children range in age from 19 down to 5. She ran a very successful Etsy shop from home for six years before becoming disabled in 2021. She now shares her experience through writing and enjoys time at home with her family and pets on 12 beautiful, rural acres in Kentucky. 

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