If you wanted to paint a masterpiece depicting motherhood, who would
your model be? Most of the pictures that point toward Mother's Day show
either the young and lovely mother with her perfect baby or the serene
grandmother with wispy white hair resting comfortably in her role as
mother — grand and great.
What do we see of the awkward in-between? The heartbreaking not-quite? Florists and purveyors of chocolates seldom picture mothers whose children tower over them in inches, but not in maturity. Few are the mothers who progress smoothly from anticipation to reality, from new baby to college student without some wear and tear. We lurch from the heights of wonderment to the depths of wonder why.
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