Mothers have carried their kids for centuries - both in a literal and proverbial sense. We pick them up. We tote the endless items we need for them. We carry their pains, both physical and emotional, and we “carry” them with our support. Your Mother’s turn never ends. It is always her turn to be carried. Stop to realize that this relationship is a perpetual see-saw: basque in the joy of caring for others.
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