A mother's love

Posted by Sarah Forbes in Motherhood

I loved you the minute I heard you were coming. I loved you the minute you were born; then I saw your face and fell in love some more. You were only a minute old, but I knew I would die for you and to this day I still would. When you choose to have a child, you make a conscious decision to allow your heart to walk around outside of your body.

What a Mother Must Sacrifice…

Posted by Sarah Forbes in Motherhood

Want to be challenged to be a better wife/mother/teacher? Read this article..... it will stop you in your tracks; it did me.

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What a Mother Must Sacrifice…

Houses may be bought, built, or borrowed.

But homes can only be made, and that with bits of ourselves.

Or so the ducks told me.

They told me without a sound, just simply as they preened and nestled, a painting, oil on canvas. The children press in close too, for a better look at Alexander Max Koester’s painting Ducks, and I read aloud the caption below the brushes of color.

“Mother ducks pick feathers from their chests to line their nests.”

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