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Dear Mom and Dad, 

It’s our turn to take care of you. 

You’ve spent years—decades—caring for us, your children. 

But it’s our turn now.

To return the love and take care of you

As fear creeps across the globe, we realize just how much of a duty we have right now to protect the ones who have protected us, throughout our entire lives. 

We realize just how fragile life is, new and old. 

We realize just how quickly time passes. 

We realize just how precious our loved ones are.

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So, beloved parents, we plead with you—please let us return the favor. 

Let us fill your gas tank, fridge, and pantry. 

Let us make sure you have the medicines you need right now. 

Let us reschedule your appointments for days that work best for you. 

Let us keep our distance, as well as our unconditional love. 

Let us fill your house with smiles and laughter, even if it means technology stands between.

Let us allow you to remain within the security of your own home.

Just as you worked overtime to keep us safe, we are now ready to stand on the front lines for you. 

Dear parents, you’ve given the world to us—this is the very least we can do for you. 

So, we ask—we plead—even for just a few weeks, let’s reverse the roles so we can show our unequivocal adoration for you.

Because you mean more than the world to all of us. 

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Liz Spenner

Liz is a former elementary teacher and now a stay-at-home mama to six little ones. She writes as an inspiration and encouragement to other women, and most especially mothers on her blog, www.gracefullywoven.net (where you can subscribe and receive her free Five-Day Mini-Motherhood Devotional!). Liz loves spending with her family, outside as often as possible, as well as sneaking a few moments to herself with a run, dark chocolate and writing, with her faith as her greatest motivation.

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