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An Open Apology To My Eldest Daughter

Because it’s Mother’s Day, and my oldest is about to be a mother, I’m reblogging this, with love.

mammaste ~ divinity in the everyday

There is a sweet little drawing of a smiling face scribbled on the wall next to my bed. The artist is my youngest child when she was about three years old. At the time I calmly told her that walls are not for drawing, and then complimented her on her artwork.  I left her original graffiti there on my wall because it is beautiful, and because it reminds me of the lessons I’ve learned since being a new mother of one child, to a seasoned mother of five children–a span of 19 years between the oldest and youngest.

When my oldest daughter first drew on a wall, first cut her own hair, first filled the toilet with non-toilet items, first lied to me, I did not yet know that all children do these things (or some facsimile). I did not realize then, as I do now, it’s part of growing up; of…

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  1. rar57@comcast.net #

    Thanks Lori!

    Rosemary

    May 12, 2013

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