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All year, my grandmother would wait for the summer

All year, my grandmother would wait for the summer day when Chick-fil-A would bring back their peach milkshake. It was the closest thing she had found to her sister Merle’s homemade peach ice cream, and even the worst days were better with that milkshake in hand. Last year on her birthday in late July, she let us all eat her cake as she drank her peach milkshake instead. I’m so thankful that I was thinking clearly enough to snap a picture of her enjoying that treat, one of her last.⁣
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Fast forward to a few weeks ago . . . the Chick-fil-A Facebook page made their announcement: peach milkshakes had a return date. I responded and told them how much my grandmother loved them, how after her death this past March, I would drink as many as I could this summer in her honor. I shared with them the picture from her last birthday. Chick-fil-A told me to send them a private message and asked for my email and address and told me to expect a surprise.⁣
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Within a day or so, I had 2 free peach milkshakes added to my Chick-fil-A account and thought, oh how very sweet of them. With Isaac so sick, it was a happy spot in my day. But imagine my surprise when a few days later, a box from Chick-fil-A arrived at my house. Inside, there was a sweet handwritten card along with an ice cream cone keychain, 4 cards for more free peach milkshakes, and a Chick-fil-A mug. Those were all things that I know they had available to share with people, but I was appreciative.⁣
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But at the bottom of the box, wrapped in bubble wrap, was a peach-colored picture frame with the picture of Granga I had shared with them. Someone was thoughtful enough to go the extra mile and have the picture printed and framed for me, and I laughed through tears at the absolutely precious gift. A stranger cared enough to do this for me, and it was such a sweet and thoughtful gesture.⁣
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Man, I miss her so much. But, boy, am I appreciative of the way she is living on and how much sweeter every sip of peach milkshake is this year.⁣
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Written by @hey.bethann

And ice cream.

My mother-in-law delivered this pan to our doorste

My mother-in-law delivered this pan to our doorstep with a hot meal tucked inside. Pizza burgers, she called them, before getting back into her car to drive home and finally eat her own dinner.⁣
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You know, it isn’t a secret that Hollywood is often extreme concerning the role of the mother-in-law. With obnoxious characters like Marie on Everybody Loves Raymond, and movies such as Monster-In-Law, the mother-in-law is often portrayed as a mean, controlling villain.⁣
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But to be honest, this representation of her just doesn’t resonate with me.⁣
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And it’s probably because my own experience has been somewhat different.⁣
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You see, when I consider a mother-in-law,⁣
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I think of someone who sends a text just to check on me and see if I need anything.⁣
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I think of someone who also does my dishes and cleans my kitchen any time she comes over to watch my kids.⁣
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I think of someone who bends over backward for me and not for the praise, but because she genuinely cares.⁣
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I think of someone who is thoughtful and never forceful with advice-giving.⁣
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I think of someone who frequently cooks my favorite meals and desserts, and who refuses to let me pay any time we go out together.⁣
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I think of someone determined to make my life a little easier even if it makes her life a little harder.⁣
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And you better believe that when I consider a mother-in-law, I think of someone who takes it upon herself to drop off a behemoth-sized pan of individually wrapped pizza burgers to my door just because she knows the family’s been under the weather and she wants to lend a hand.⁣
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If only Hollywood understood that THIS representation of a mother-in-law is one that would actually resonate with me. This gentler, selfless, always there for you version would speak to my heart so much more.⁣
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Probably because it’s the version I’ve been blessed with.⁣
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And because it’s the version I eventually aspire to be.⁣
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Written by @woodenspoonsandbrownpaper

Pretty much.

“My girl, the world is not ready for you . . . "

“My girl, the world is not ready for you . . . "⁣
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I whispered over her with a frown tugging at the corner of my lips.⁣
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I looked down at my baby girl as I cradled her in my arms for the first time.⁣
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Her delicately curled fingers.⁣
Soft lips.⁣
Wisps of downy hair.⁣
Her chin tucked sweetly against my chest.⁣
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I hadn’t yet made it safe for this precious girl.⁣
Her sacred little body.⁣
Her beautiful brain.⁣
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I hadn't made it ready in all the ways I hoped.⁣
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I’d still have to remind her of her worth.⁣
I'd still have to teach her to not to smile when a man makes her uncomfortable.⁣
I’d still have to give her confidence to speak her mind.⁣
I'd still have to show her the ways to walk at night.⁣
I’d still have to teach her to protect her body from those who believe it to be an object.⁣
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It all felt like so much.⁣
It just wasn’t ready for her.⁣
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But she grew despite all that.⁣
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I look at her now.⁣
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My daughter, a young woman gazing off into the horizon that is her future.⁣
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Her ready fists.⁣
Her bold tongue.⁣
Wild hair.⁣
Chin jutted up in defiance.⁣
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I look at her and see all the fight of all the women who came before her.⁣
Mother, grandmother, great, great, great women deep in the past, their battle song beats strong in her heart.⁣
Still today.⁣
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She will be more than I ever dare dreamed to be.⁣
She is a force.⁣
The world will be blindsided.⁣
I may have not done enough.⁣
But I know she’ll keep the charge going.⁣
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And today I don’t whisper.⁣
Today I don’t frown.⁣
Today I say with a confident smile.⁣
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“My girl, the world is not ready for you.”⁣
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Written by @raiseherwild

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