Most of the time I am drowning in motherhood. It is a vast, beautiful sea. When it is calm, I am able to swim with a nearly perfect stroke. Sometimes the slightest wave sends me under the water, gasping for air. But I am getting stronger and more capable of withstanding storms.
My mother was the finest teacher of motherhood....and still is.
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