On Being a Motherless Mother
Category: PARENTING
When I tuck my girls into bed at night, when I smooth Vera's hair away from her forehead when she has a fever, or scoop Juliette into my arms after a tumble, my heart spilling over for them, I often find myself breathless with the realization of just how much my mother loved me.
By Claire Bidwell Smith, Contributor
Author & Grief Therapist, 2013-05-08