Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.
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Showing posts with label Mother. Show all posts
July 21, 2017
September 26, 2011
What Your Teenager Won't Tell You
"Wonder what’s bugging your teen? It’s hard to be certain when all your son does is grunt and your daughter won’t stop rolling her eyes. So rather than pressing our own kids to talk — not going to happen! —
Labels:
Adolescence,
Atlanta,
Do You (song),
Doctor of Philosophy,
Family,
Home,
Mother,
Parent
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