A labor of love
I want to wish all moms out there a happy Mother’s Day. It’s one of the toughest jobs in the world, but the payoff in hugs and sweetness outshines even the labor pains.
When it was useful to channel a little guilt, I used to remind my daughter Gracie that I was in labor for 24 hours giving birth to her.
Depending on the severity of the teenage issue of the day, usually sassing or staying out late, sometimes I ran that in-labor number up to 48 hours.
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