A Mother’s Love Is an Endless Pursuit
I look at him and my heart breaks into a million little pieces. It simply hurts too much to know…
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I look at him and my heart breaks into a million little pieces. It simply hurts too much to know…
Continue ReadingWhen my son was three months old, my aunt and uncle sent him a generously-stuffed cow from Texas that was…
Continue ReadingI have been struggling lately. You see, my firstborn is suddenly a teenager. I knew it was going to happen,…
Continue ReadingToday, I watched my little boy put an oven mitt over his hand and mix up an imaginary meal. Like…
Continue ReadingI saw you in pain today. Not a physical pain, where I could hand you a Band-Aid or two Advil…
Continue ReadingHe’s five now—my baby, the third of my three children. I feel like I’ve taken the time to enjoy each…
Continue ReadingWords, phrases, entire sentences left my son’s mouth at the dining room table as if he were speaking a foreign…
Continue ReadingWhen I was his age, I used to write inspiring words on notebook paper. I’d carry a pen and notebook…
Continue ReadingIt all goes by so fast . . . The in utero diagnosis. The constant prayers. Your frail body being…
Continue ReadingSuch big blue eyes for your tiny face. Staring into them, I saw a world of possibilities for you. Would…
Continue ReadingMy son took me out for a Coke on Friday. He’s gotten his learner’s permit, so he drove and navigated…
Continue ReadingMy oldest son, you are entering new corners of the world. Corners in which I am not allowed to enter…
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