Youngest walked into class with a freshly baked dark-cherry pie. I couldn’t be there because I teach. Just now, though, she gave me a hug and told me, “I feel like you were a part of my class.”
My daughter’s given me the key to being close to her when I can’t be.
My days rush together, my energy falters.
I’m so glad I still get to be her mother. :)(
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Oh how you’ve captured the essence of agony and joy in this short piece. The struggle, as they say, is real!
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Yes, it’s both. So tough. Thank you for your kind words!
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She is a precious thing. I love reading about your special relationship.
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🙂 Thank you for reading!
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I hate not having a choice some days too.Your daughter gets it. Enjoy the pie together.
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Me too, so much. Thank you for coming by.
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How sweet! I miss my daughter being young and expressive that way. Enjoy it, mom!
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I knooow, that’s so true. Cherish while I can. I find myself saying that to myself and others in the house — she won’t be this way forever.. Thank you.
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