When your ass has had its last kick. Show up at my door. Collapse onto my carpet. Speak only in grunts and tears. No need to be lucid because I get it, I do. I will hold this energy for you. But trust me, dear one. It’s worth it. I’m not talking about the kids. For YOU. This strength, this fortitude, this creativity, this higher intelligence will serve you for the rest of your days. You aren’t accomplishing in spite of motherhood, but on the contrary, as a result of it. Put THAT on your resume. Love, Nora
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