When my Kyle grows up and reflects on his childhood, may he remember me as a mom with overflowing love for him. A mom who was never consumed as she always had something to pour to him and daddy. A mom who cried, fought her life’s battles, and smiled them away anyway. A mom who allowed him to play and be with his friends. A mom with a soothing touch and a healing kiss, a mom who cared for him so dearly!
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I can go on and on with my answers but let me stop here. Let me ask you this:
When your children grow, how do you want them to remember you when they reflect on their childhood?
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