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The best parts of you, are what make me, me. My smile, my hair, my personality. You grew me inside you, and nurtured me slow, smiling when I kicked, and helping me grow. How could I not love you? Without you, there’s no me. I could never imagine, life without you, you see? Every fall, every scrape, every skinned knee. You made such a big deal, at every injury. I know it’s not easy, and I can be a brat, but when I really need you, you’re there to hold me so fast. You’re the diplomat, the cook, you’re the washer and nurse. You can be a bit crazy, but you held me first. Now I am older, and understand the truth. There is no handbook, that shows you what to do. You winged it mom, always questioning things, but you never stopped trying, and never stopped giving. I love you for that, for the unhindered love. For the meals, and the talks, and for the endless hugs. I will always love you, because you’re the best parts of me. You’re a fighter, a wonder, you’re what I wish to be. Happy Mother’s Day
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Mother
The best parts of you, are what make me, me. My smile, my hair, my personality. You grew me inside you, and nurtured me slow, smiling when I kicked, and helping me grow. How could I not love you? Without you, there’s no me. I could never imagine, life without you, you see? Every fall, every scrape, every skinned knee. You made such a big deal, at every injury. I know it’s not easy, and I can be a brat, but when I really need you, you’re there to hold me so fast. You’re the diplomat, the cook, you’re the washer and nurse. You can be a bit crazy, but you held me first. Now I am older, and understand the truth. There is no handbook, that shows you what to do. You winged it mom, always questioning things, but you never stopped trying, and never stopped giving. I love you for that, for the unhindered love. For the meals, and the talks, and for the endless hugs. I will always love you, because you’re the best parts of me. You’re a fighter, a wonder, you’re what I wish to be. Happy Mother’s Day
Jacktorrance
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40/M/Oklahoma
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
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