Dear Mother…

A Gripping Life:

This post has ‘reblog’ written all over it. My friend Dawn has such a gift. I know you’ll love this as much as I do. — Lisa

Originally posted on Tales from the Motherland:

Dear young mother at the park,

Today I watched you stand by the bay, holding your baby boy, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I’m not a stalker; I’m an aging mother, and seeing you there, touched me. The sun was shining, the breeze making the waves kick up on the water. Your little boy, a year and a half? Maybe two? Your boy slept with his chubby arms wrapped around your neck, his head nestled against your chest, his face in your neck. Oh my God, how my heart skipped a beat. His face looked like my little boys’, twenty years ago, sixteen years ago. I think it really did look like my boy, but that happens more and more these days. It’s been a long time since a little boy held my neck and slept so contently.

You stood there for a long time, and…

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