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Let her mother you

As mothers, we tend to our littles when they are sick. Middle of the night cuddles, warm baths, tissues, their favorite cartoons, sleeping on the couch, cleaning up the puke for the tenth time because she still refuses to vomit in the toilet.

But what about you? Who is tending to your neediness, because let's be honest, our husbands are not the only ones feeling extra needing when we're sick. We like to call them wimps, but let's face it -- on the outside we're mantling the brave face but really we want to curl up in a ball and cry for our mommas.

Let her mommy you. Who is her. Whoever she may be, she may be your real mom. But what if your mom isn't close to you? Let it be your sister, your best friend, your prayer leader from church, the elderly lady down the street, a twitter friend, your husband's aunt. Whoever it may be. Let her mother you. Let her remind you to rest and to remind you the cleaning can wait. To remind you to take it easy. To remind you to keep hydrated.

Because in this journey of our own motherhood, we don't lose the need to be mothered. 




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  1. so true. i'm blessed to still have my mom and does she mother me! she is the best and even when i want to feel brave and strong like you say, she knows.

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