I asked my local writing group for stories about their moms.
A friend wrote she had a wonderful story about her mother-in-law, Cotton Gaulden. When she felt sad, she used to grab a dust cloth and sing hymns while dusting something related to the sadness, like pictures of deceased love ones. She never complained.
Another is from a friend of mine who was adopted and always said a prayer to her birth mother, thanking her for not aborting her. My son said this to me a couple of times while in college and began to realize abortion was not about making decisions for ones own body.
Georgeanne (Gigi)
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