Motherless Mama
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Every time that I am hit with the overwhelming power of grief, I forget that there are stages. The gives all of us the power to give ourselves permission to grief and not hold it in. This is also good for those who want to help their loved one who is in pain. Here are…
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As many of you know, my sister has been going through the unthinkable again. She had a major surgery the week before Christmas. She has spent the last couple of months recuperating. One week ago, she went for a full-body scan to see where the cancer cells might still reside. For the past week we…
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Inhale, exhale, I repeat in my head. My blood is pumping so loud in my ears as if to the beat of a rock metal drummer. “Please pass me a diaper.” I repeat for the third time. “No!” shouts my four-year-old trantrumess, who is playing with her dolls right next to the diapers. I am…
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What did moms do before smart phones to keep busy when both kids nap in the car?
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I am so enthralled with the new Jennifer Weiner novel that I did not hear my name being called. I close and smile at the lady who was paging me. I follow her down the pastel colored hallway to my new seat, and place my book and purse at the table next to me. She…
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As posted this week at amotherworld.com The tears race down my cheeks uncensored. The shock allows the floodgates to open before I realize my 4 year old is watching me. I warble out to my husband who is steps away, “He died.” I feel paralyzed in the living room chair. My husband comes over to…
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At our local preschool drop-in centre my youngest daughter loves the play tool area. She hands me the goggles every time to put on. Just like Daddy works so does she.
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Grief sneaks up at your door when you do not look. It appears in the least unexpected times in one life. Grief is not neatly written in a book. It is ugly and dark. Grief does not stop at one loved one. It takes its greedy hands on everyone in sight. Grief took over my…
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Dear Daughters I spy on you when you are playing or sleeping. I gaze at your peacefulness in your own skin. The day of tantrums (both of ours) and spit-ups are a distant memory. While you are at tender ages, I hope that the skills your dad and I use to raise you will carry over…
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I hope my daughters will always be as close as my sister and I. Sisters rock!
Danielle Christopher 