One time I asked my mom what is her favorite memory of motherhood. I knew it was sort of an impossible question, so I told her I’d settle for just one of countless others. She told me about a time when Liz was running home to her from the neighbor’s house, happy, with the sun on her hair and a huge smile on her face, beaming at my mom. My mom was overcome with tenderness and love towards her in that particular instance. I really feel that moments like that are so rewarding, so joyful and heavenly, that they more than make up for the monotony, the drudgery, the occasional futility, and the flat-out exhaustion motherhood can yield.
<3 so very sweet.
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