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A mother’s love

Editorial by Ms. Doolittle  A mother’s love is infinite. All consuming, precious and ever comforting. Whether it’s a warm hug after coming in from playing in the snow or a cool washcloth being placed on a fevered forehead. Bedtime stories, kisses on boo-boos and an endless supply of advice. Mothers the world over carry a unique place in our society. More importantly, they carry a special place in our hearts.  They are the comfort after the storm. The iron will to push their children through hard times, or catch them if they were to fall. Their love is effortless and comes without a price tag. From the moment a person is born and takes their first breath, a mother’s heart begins to beat for her child instead of herself.  What most people fail to realize though is that, as much as mothers do for their children, what children do for their mothers is tenfold. My children gave me the gift of unconditional love. They graced me with their presence in this world, teaching me humility and awe. Through the years, in my darkest of times, it was my children who brought the sunshine into my life.  I would do anything for my kids. Step in front of a bullet. Give them my last dollar. Shelter them from the rain, cold and snow. Whatever it takes to see them through this life healthy and happy. And, while I realize that I give my children many things, I wish they truly understood what it is that they give me.  A love so pure that nothing can diminish it.  I was raised by a strong, stubborn woman with many demons. Despite her faults though, she loved me in her own way. I see that today when I look at my own children. Perhaps she wasn’t the perfect mother, but a perfect mother would not have made me the person that I am today. This version of me is grateful for every day I draw breath because it means it’s one more day I get to see my children grow, mature and move forward into their futures.  I was also blessed to have two wonderful grandmothers in my life that each taught me lessons that I cherish to this day. Both of my grandmothers came from drastically different backgrounds and circumstances, and yet, in the end, they taught me the same thing.  A mother’s love.  I am unbelievably blessed to have experienced that in my life. I hope you are too. And, if you are that blessed, remember to call your mom and tell her how much you love her. It’s truly the best gift of all.  “God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” — Rudyard Kipling  Until next time my friends, Ms. Doolittle Do you have a question or comment for Ms. Doolittle? Feel free to contact her! She can be reached by email at: