Motherhood is a conundrum. The mixture of joys, longings, highlights, and sorrows should be an impossible combination like oil and water. But, somehow, they are all blended into a mother’s heart in a way that doesn’t even make sense. Joy and sorrow have been marinating in me for the past year. It’s been hard to acknowledge it to anyone else. Moms, we can be each other’s biggest support. We can also be the toughest critics. Only a handful of people have heard me share what I am about to write. I have feared judgement concerning our family decisions and realities.
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