Sunday, January 8, 2012

Mamas, love your babies.

Ninety years ago a young woman was one day away from giving birth to her first child. My grandmother often talked of that day and how in the agony of childbirth, she yelled out to the doctor as he was trying to calm her, “How many babies have you had!” My mother grew up very loved, as I was, as my children were and still are, and my grandchildren, too. Lori and I were talking yesterday about the love that we get in our earliest years and how it gives us strength for the rest of our lives. There is no replacement for it. It is a cushion, the spring of self worth, and a place to lick our wounds. That is just how it is.

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