Thursday, October 20, 2005
I knew it.
Now, I'm no mother myself, but I'm quite fond of them. It's something I aspire to someday. Still, if my own children ever come my way, I hope they can accept me just the way I am, imperfect and all. Breaking into their finger paints, taking over craft time, and nap time, and stealing fries from their happy meals. So the mother sharing her story on NPR.org -- she's a mother after my own heart.
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