So God Made a Mother Collection ➔

Dear daughter,

When God made a nana, a woman rooted in faith, love, and tenderness was created. 

So pause, sweet girl, to embrace her love and take it all in.

Pause, knowing a nana is unconditional love and endless kisses, filled with hope.

A nana fulfills dreams and grants wishes by simply knowing.

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A nana is a keeper of secrets, and an outstretched hand to hold even on the hardest of days. 

So pause, sweet girl, to embrace her love and take it all in.

A nana is a smile while playing on the floor as a toddler and a phone call away as a teen to share frustrations about life.

A nana is a lover of all that is good, and a woman with a strong desire to make the world better.

A nana is forever a teacher of kindness and an emblem of sacrifice.

So pause, sweet girl, to embrace her love and take it all in.

A nana is a beautiful bundled gift, a gift not to be taken for granted.

A nana is a reflection of ancestors cultivating a path while embracing the lessons of today.

A nana embraces the extraordinary while forgiving the unimaginable.

A nana fuels the soul with laughter and wipes away the many tears of childhood.

So pause, sweet girl, to embrace her love and take it all in.

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A nana is love.

Love . . . in its simplest form…

Love . . . to its fullest capacity…

Love . . . forever an imprint on your heart.

So pause, sweet girl, to embrace her love and take it all in.

There is nothing greater than the love of a nana.

Sweet girl, you are blessed abundantly, today and always.

Ali Flynn

Hang in there mama by Ali Flynn Ali Flynn lives in New York with her four teenage daughters and husband. She is excited to share with you the joys and hardships of motherhood with an open heart, laughter and some tears. Ali is a monthly guest contributor for Westchester County Moms and has been seen on Filter Free Parents, Grown and Flown, Today Parents and Her View From Home. You can also find her at https://www.facebook.com/hangintheremama where she keeps motherhood real.

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