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But, instead, we’ll muster the strength to get ourselves to work and do whatever it is we have to do today. And then come home and make dinner tonight and ask them about their days. Mamma superpowers.
Not every day is can-I-do-this tough, but some of them are.
I see you, Mamma. I see your love and your work and your sacrifice. I know there are those days when you do all this for your children when you are thisclose to tears of exhaustion and desperation and wondering if anyone notices. I know Mamma, I know and I respect you for all you do.
They might not know the details, they won’t and can’t till they’re parents themselves, but they feel it, they feel loved.
And I promise you this, it’s worth it. All of it. All the effort and wondering and sacrifice. Be assured, from someone fifteen years down the road from that first day of kindergarten, many, many years of Lord-help-me-can-I-make-it effort down the road, it’s worth it.
It’s so. Very. Worth it.