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~ A MOTHERS LOVE ~
Dear First Born:

I've always loved you best because you were my miracle.
You were the genesis of a marriage and the fulfillment of young love.
You sustained me through the hamburger years, the first apartment (furnished in
Early Poverty),
and my first mode of transportation (feet).
You were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of triplets.
You were the original model for a mom who was trying to work the bugs out.
You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins and three-hour naps.
You were the beginning.
Dear Middle Child:

I've always loved you best because you drew a tough spot in the family,
and it made you stronger for it.
You cried less, had more patience, wore faded hand-me-downs,
and never in your life did you get anything first.
But it only made you special.
You were the one I relaxed with, and realized a dog could kiss you and you
wouldn't get sick.
You could cross the street by yourself long before you were old enough to get
married . . .
and you helped me understand the world wouldn't collapse if you went to bed with
dirty feet.
You were the child of my busy, ambitious years, and without you,
I would not have survived the job changes and the tedium and routine that is
marriage.
To The Baby:

I've always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you are such
a joy.
You readily accepted the milk-stained bibs, the lower bunk, the cracked baseball
bat,
the baby book that had nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker
pie crust
that someone had jammed between the pages.
You are the one I held onto so tightly.
You are the link with my past, a reason for tomorrow.
You darken my hair, quicken my steps, square my shoulders, restore my vision,
and give me a sense of humour that security, maturity, and durability can't
provide.
When your hairline takes on the shape of Lake Erie and your own children tower
over you,
you will still be my baby.
. . . from a mother . . .
- Author Unknown -



 
~Made with Love!~
And Dedicated to My Children!



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