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“Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother.  A child is a child.  They get bigger, older, but grown?  What’s that suppose to mean?  In my heart it don’t mean a thing. The only mothers it is safe to forget on Mother’s Day are the good ones. There is an instinct in a woman to love most her own child - and an instinct to make any child who needs her love, her own. Mommies are just big little girls. A mom’s hug lasts long after she lets go. Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over. A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories. A mother’s heart is a patchwork of love. Being a mom is a life time job. I may be the greatest imperfect silly grown up baby you had, but I got you, the greatest mom anybody could ever have. Thankyou and sorry for everything && all. :) You’re my best enemy yet my all time good friend. I love you like this, Mommy! :* <3”  (Taken with instagram)

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