Her Love

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 Outdoors is where she feels most calm, bright beams of sun that appear to only shine on her seize all her fears of motherhood.

Hearing her children laugh and play makes the world seem so much easier to handle. 

She knows life can be difficult, although it became easier to understand when she was required to look at it through the eyes of her children.

The future is hers to mend by teaching her young ducklings the compassionate ways of the world many have lost.

The fear of forgetting scares her most, but her love helps them never to forget her or her love.


 

“There is no way to be a perfect mother…but a million ways to be a good one.”

-Jill Churchill-



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