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June 16, 2012



I know what you mean...my mom was complicated and difficult, but it is still so sad to me that my son will never know her (and that she missed knowing I would ever be a mother.) My compassion for her has grown so much since having a kid myself (surprise!) When my son asks me about my mama, I tell him she lives "in my heart." He's three, so that seems like the least complicated answer. Totally stole that line from a friend, who I heard explain her own dead mama to her daughter when I was pregnant. I instantly thought "good answer!" and "I'll need that line one day."

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