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April 12th, 2009
A Stranger’s Note of Love and Grief Reminds a Mother Of What She Has
I was on a walk the other day, my every step pounding frustration into the pavement.
“How am I supposed to get this all done,” I whined to myself. It was a typical mother’s complaint towards the end of a typically busy week. How am I supposed to keep the house clean, the refrigerator filled, the children supervised?
I work outside the home. I’m active at my church and volunteer at my children’s school. I help out neighbors and friends who need me. There just isn’t enough time for it all.
By Laura-Lynne Powell