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On Motherhood: It’s you and it’s me and it’s all the things we don’t say and all the things we do

Last Mother’s Day I was still pregnant with you. I remember crying when your dad gave me a card. I was sitting in the rocking chair outside and the warmth of the sun had made my cheeks flush with color. The crying made it worse. I was splotchy and red-faced and sticky with tears. I had three months until you arrived and I remember how unprepared I felt.…