Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
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It was the kind of morning when my coffee was medicinal rather than recreational.
How will you know when you have found ME? Ah, that’s the easy part…
My prayer that morning was a simple one : I asked that the same one that made the waves, the same one that made my sad heart, would hold my mother in tenderness as she traveled back “home”.
I continued to pump, continued to giggle and continued to enjoy the surge of endorphins only a nursing mother knows about. Nature’s drugs filled my veins and I have lived to tell the tale.