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I hope you remember hands that rubbed your back and pulled you in closely. 

Instead of hands that vigorously typed texts and constantly responded to emails.

I hope you remember eyes that watched you proudly, made you feel seen, and focused in awe as you displayed the new things you were learning.

Instead of eyes that were glued intently to the Netflix series on the TV screen.

I hope you remember feet that chased after you in a game of tag.

Instead of feet that walked away from you when you hungered for quality time.

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I hope you remember arms that threw you into the air to elicit uncontrollable laughter and giggles.

Instead of arms that were too busy gathering heaps of laundry and ferociously scrubbing stains.

I hope you remember fingers that gently caressed your hair as you fell asleep.

Instead of fingers that invested hours of energy scrolling on a cell phone.

I hope you remember a mouth that smiled at you and praised you.

Instead of a mouth that yelled criticisms and shouted reprimands, constantly.

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I hope I remember that you are the most important thing on my to-do list

Instead of sulking when the majority of action items remain unchecked. 

I hope I soak up every moment of your growth like a sponge, drenched with precious memories.

Because we will never see these moments again.

I hope you know and hope I show that you have a mama who loves you indescribably. 

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Simone Griffin

Simone works full-time as a school counselor in Raleigh, NC. When she is not serving kids at school or church, you can find her snuggling her baby son, Beckham, sharing hope and recipes at simonegriffin.org, hand-lettering for her Etsy shop, or encouraging women on Instagram (@sincerelysimoneg). Simone loves coffee dates with her husband, but these days, they take their coffee homemade and reheated. Simone is the author of Glimmers of Hope: A Devotional Workbook for Navigating the Struggles of Womanhood with Grace.

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