The Gift of an Imperfect Mother

/ "Momma, I feel sad and I don’t know why.” Startled to find my daughter so upset, I walked to her bed and put her on my lap. She nuzzled her head in to the crook of my neck and cried. I pulled her away a bit so that I could see her face. There it was. Pale lips … Continue reading The Gift of an Imperfect Mother