What If

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Those daughters of mine…

Pushed the emo button on this old gal…she sending silly screen shots of Jib Jab’s attempt to entice her into creating an E-card…which one must say…is rather tempting…that Beauty of mine…sending a photo of a poem she just read…with her comment…I’m crying at this…

Sisters follow suit with omg…crying too…followed by Mom…your soul is very much alive…and we are grateful for that…but this…still…this…and the button was pushed…the flood gates open…the eyes welled…this weepy old gal feeling…reaffirmed…that she did it…she succeeded…

Growing up me made lots of vows…when I’m a mom…I’m not gonna…sigh…complain…blame…play the guilt game…not gonna…wail…rage…think I have every illness under the sun…this mama’s gonna…be patient…listen…do mom things with joy…like cook…clean…laundry…she’s gonna hug…love…keep those babies safe…make every day…a grand adventure…

And here it is…those ladies of mine…all emo over a poem…making this mother of theirs…all emo…over a poem…

The depth of love…and appreciation…that would elicit this sweet emotion…their oh yea…how awesome would it be…to love on that mom of ours…like she did for us…this…has this old mama…crying…this text…this poem…those random off the cuff comments…this…just this…us…we…love…is the greatest gift…ever…

And those daughters of mine…agree…
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Poem found in…the sun and her flowers…by rupi kaur…