Mothers

Be it in August or May you want to celebrate a Mother’s Day, every day of the year should be a nice lovely day for your mother, she feeling the warmth and love of her children.

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  • mothers: the ones we know, the ones we are, the ones we long to be
  • the mother whose child I was + the child who made me a mother

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Preceding articles:

May, for many a month for mothers and many celebrations

Golden Week a cluster of holidays from late April to early May

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the abundant literary path

Because it’s the month we celebrate mothers: the ones we know, the ones we are, the ones we long to be.   Dedicated to the mother whose child I was and the child who made me a mother.

She’s a saint or a she-devil, depending on how old you are.

She knows everything or nothing, depending on your age.

She has horribly embarrassing taste. In everything.

She cooks your favorite meals. She also cooks disgusting food that’s “good for you.”

She listens and consoles when the world breaks your heart.

She’s heartless when you break the rules.

She puts up with your withdrawal from her, because she knows you have to find your own way. But she may cry in secret for what she’s lost in the process.

She has plenty of advice, most of it excellent, that you’d rather not hear.

She’s your first champion, your lifelong mentor and your…

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