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Guilt changes nothing
She was a child of anxious, not proud, love. We were poor and could not afford for her the soil of easy growth. I was a young mother, I was a distracted mother.
Acceptance heals wounds
Let her be. So all that is in her will not bloom-but in how many does it? There is still enough left to live by. Only help her to know-help make it so there is cause for her to know-that she is more than this dress on the ironing board. helpless before the iron.
"She would call for me, and I would rouse from exhaustion to sleepily call back: 'You're all right, darling, go back to sleep, it's just a dream.'"
Motherhood requires patience
"Or I will become engulfed with all I did or did not do, with what should have been and what cannot be helped."
"Mother, I did it. I won, I won: they gave me first prize; they clapped and clapped and wouldn't let me go," Now suddenly she was Somebody, and as imprisoned in her difference as she had been in anonymity."
"I used to try to hold and love her after she came back home, but her body would stay stiff, and after awhile she'd push away."
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