What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 am to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 am when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child, when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, or a child dying? This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep depreviation and mature mothers learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at- home mothers, single mothers and married mothers. This is for all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray.
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