When I was a little girl, and my life got a bit scary and uncertain, I knew exactly where to go. There was a big upholstered rocking chair in our living room, and a warm wood burning stove that sent waves of warmth and comfort over a little girl as she rocked away her unease
Sometimes, if she was lucky, her Mom, sensing her unease, joined her there and made those bad feelings vanish even faster.
But today, there’s no big rocking chair, no Mama presence to chase away the fears, and doubts. Now I am the Mama, I am the warmth my children need as the calls come. Somehow I need to find that warm fire again, I need to impart some wisdom that make the pangs of a new realty in the world disappear. So, help me God!
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