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For Moms of All Kinds, Sizes, and Shapes

I wrote this a couple of years ago and it still stands true, so I'm re-running it for Mother's Day today. Enjoy the day, everyone!

Mothers come in all shapes and sizes. Some are biological, some are stepmothers, some are adoptive mothers, some are mother-like figures for children's friends, and some are a combination of these.

Mothers hug and heal. They bend down and lift up. They teach and they listen. They know when to hold tight and when to let go.

As a mama and stepmama myself, I understand how hard it is. You don't always know what you're doing, yet there's pressure to appear that you have everything under control. So, you do your best and hope your children are better for it.

In the book The Middle Place, Kelly Corrigan explored the dichotomy of being a parent while also still being your parent's kid. After publishing that book she created a video with Borders (so sad they are gone!) sharing a story about her own mother. I watch it every year and every year it makes me laugh and tear up at the same time. Today, I'm sharing it with you. It is still my favorite mom story.

To mothers of all kinds (including my own mama and stepmom), Happy Mother's Day!

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