An Ode To Mothers Everywhere Hey you, yes you: the bleary-eyed, caffeinated mom over there, with a fussy baby and a toddler screaming like a bear. And you: the mother cloaked in angst, from your angry teen, Whose eye rolls make you constantly plead, “Why are you so mean?” And the grandmother, who is praying and silently holding her breath, Hoping in her adult children, she instilled enough strength and depth. (Originally published on San Francisco Mom’s Blog May 3, 2016) Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailPrintLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
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