To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn't know you had, and dealing with fears you didn't know existed.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
Being a mother is learning about strengths you didn't know you had, and dealing with fears you didn't know existed.