Your Mom could be anything. A person who is, a person who was but is gone now. Someone who was front and center at every game and recital, or never showed up the way you needed. Someone unrelated by blood, a community, an abstract concept - it’s different, obviously, for all of us. And for those of us who are moms, what that means is wholly different from person to person too. I can only speak to my experiences as a mom, so I’m hopeful that this letter blooms into something bigger, and is a host to all different kinds of stories - told with honesty and without judgement, because it’s really hard! And nobody tells you how hard, and even if they had, it wouldn’t make sense until you do it! And it’s hard in different ways for everyone. But when you are actually doing it, hearing about other people’s specific flavors of “hard” makes me feel less alone, less flawed and less generally bad at this. I should have called this newsletter “This is Hard” - that’s what she said. ; )
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