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Former England Captain Becomes First #British Billionaire -
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Ella Rubin Joins ‘The #God Of The Woods’ #Netflix Se -
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#HongKong police call to criminalise bid-rigging in -
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#Ukraine's focus on attacking #Russia's rear -
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The Epicenter of Forever: A Novel "The fault lines of family run deep" Sale: $4.99 to $2.49 by Mara Williams Rating: 4.3/5 (9,033 Reviews) #romance #contemporaryfiction #family #mothers #divorce #booksky #books #smalltown #secondchance

The Epicenter of Forever: A No...

The Epicenter of Forever: A Novel "The fault lines of family run deep" Sale: $4.99 to $2.49 by Mara Williams Rating: 4.3/5 (9,033 Reviews) #romance #contemporaryfiction #family #mothers #divorce #booksky #books #smalltown #secondchance

The Epicenter of Forever: A No...

The Epicenter of Forever: A Novel "The fault lines of family run deep" Sale: $4.99 to $2.49 by Mara Williams Rating: 4.3/5 (9,033 Reviews) #romance #contemporaryfiction #family #mothers #divorce #booksky #books #smalltown #secondchance

The Epicenter of Forever: A No...

The Epicenter of Forever: A Novel "The fault lines of family run deep" Sale: $4.99 to $2.49 by Mara Williams Rating: 4.3/5 (9,033 Reviews) #romance #contemporaryfiction #family #mothers #divorce #booksky #books #smalltown #secondchance

The Epicenter of Forever: A No...

Gemini #Horoscope 11 May 2026 -
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Minister Solomon to attend #Web Summit #Vancouver -
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“...women’s participation on the frontlines was “highly correlated” with success and keeping the movement nonviolent and more likely to lead to egalitarian democracy.
In other words, fully free, politically active women are a threat to authoritarian and authoritarian-leaning leaders – and so those leaders have a strategic reason to be sexist,” Chenoweth and Marks wrote in 2022."
https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/may/10/mothers-resistance-protest-movements #USpolitics #mothers #motherhood #activism

Commedia dell'arte often features fathers with their scheming... but that's not to say the moms can't have some good plots! Happy Mothers Day!

#CommediaDellArte #Commedia #Improv #Improvisation #Theater #Comedy #Mask #Pennsic #PennsicWar #SCA #SocietyForCreativeAnachronism #MySCA #Mom #Moms #Mother #Mothers #MothersDay

Commedia dell'arte often features fathers with their scheming... but that's not to say the moms can't have some good plots! Happy Mothers Day!

#CommediaDellArte #Commedia #Improv #Improvisation #Theater #Comedy #Mask #Pennsic #PennsicWar #SCA #SocietyForCreativeAnachronism #MySCA #Mom #Moms #Mother #Mothers #MothersDay

Commedia dell'arte often features fathers with their scheming... but that's not to say the moms can't have some good plots! Happy Mothers Day!

#CommediaDellArte #Commedia #Improv #Improvisation #Theater #Comedy #Mask #Pennsic #PennsicWar #SCA #SocietyForCreativeAnachronism #MySCA #Mom #Moms #Mother #Mothers #MothersDay

Commedia dell'arte often features fathers with their scheming... but that's not to say the moms can't have some good plots! Happy Mothers Day!

#CommediaDellArte #Commedia #Improv #Improvisation #Theater #Comedy #Mask #Pennsic #PennsicWar #SCA #SocietyForCreativeAnachronism #MySCA #Mom #Moms #Mother #Mothers #MothersDay

Commedia dell'arte often features fathers with their scheming... but that's not to say the moms can't have some good plots! Happy Mothers Day!

#CommediaDellArte #Commedia #Improv #Improvisation #Theater #Comedy #Mask #Pennsic #PennsicWar #SCA #SocietyForCreativeAnachronism #MySCA #Mom #Moms #Mother #Mothers #MothersDay

Mothers were a short-lived indie band from Athens, GA, led by singer-songwriter Kristine Leschper, leaving two imaginative and highly rewarding albums and a good deal of wistful, exquisite songs.

Find out more about their music at https://thepropagandasite.com/artist/mothers

#music #musicdiscovery #tPsThrowback #Mothers

An Open Letter to My Mom | On Rest and Finding My Song

Dear Mama,

I know you are concerned about me. Whenever we talk lately, you mention my busyness and remind me to get rest. I have been listening and trying to heed your counsel. I am finding my way back to rest, not the superficial kind though. Not the simple pause between one workday and the next. Deeper rest. The kind that reaches all the way down into the soul and settles there. The kind where I set everything down. Not only the nine-to-five but the everyday scurrying and hurrying and the soul-wearying mental and emotional clutter that silences the song in my throat.

Perhaps, without realizing it, that’s what you have been reminding me—to not neglect my song.

And there’s something else I’m hearing when you urge me to rest. My rest helps you rest. 

You have spent nearly your entire life working in one way or another. It began when you were just four years old, when you were left alone to watch your infant sister while your mother—my grandmother—ran an errand. You received that instruction and you followed it dutifully. I have watched you live that life my whole life: always operating between the lines, never straying, always obedient to what is right and what is good. You have worked hard and tirelessly. To the exhaustion of your mind, your body, and your soul.

When you tell me to rest, it’s because you know exactly what a life looks like without it. Because you knew that life. And because you had two beautiful daughters—mothers also—taken before they could know a life of true rest, before they could set the load down, before they could find their song. Your deepest concern comes from that place of motherly love and protection but also from grief. 

Your worry is valid. I have not rested well lately. Not exactly because of work, but because my mind and soul have been laboring, trying to manage the multiplicity of complicated and tangled things that have made me too exhausted to rest and live in my song.

I have watched you my entire life. Read your prayers scribbled on paper, notes written in the margins of scripture. And from those pages, I have learned how to walk when the demands of life are heavy. I have learned how to shift the weight, and when to lay it down entirely. 

I have also learned new things: the ache of silent endurance of pain has taught me that silence isn’t always best.

So, I am stilllearning how to speak aloud the things that need to be named if only to undo their hold on me. I’ve seen enough to know the things we leave unspoken are the things that keep us fettered.

A couple of years ago, you sent a birthday card too late that arrived right on time. I will keep your words to myself [they belong between us], but you reminded me of my purpose and my gifts. I return to that card often, to make sure I do not stay sidetracked too long. 

When I look at my own son, I see a bit of me that I inherited from you—the gift of being unbothered by what does not matter and holding close what does. I am grateful for that.

[By the way, forgive me for the sins of my foolish youth, when I did not value you enough. I am still not sure how you managed to raise such a brat. 😂]

Thank you for pointing me back toward rest and song. I am listening now.

Happy Mother’s Day!

An Open Letter to My Mom | On Rest and Finding My Song

Dear Mama,

I know you are concerned about me. Whenever we talk lately, you mention my busyness and remind me to get rest. I have been listening and trying to heed your counsel. I am finding my way back to rest, not the superficial kind though. Not the simple pause between one workday and the next. Deeper rest. The kind that reaches all the way down into the soul and settles there. The kind where I set everything down. Not only the nine-to-five but the everyday scurrying and hurrying and the soul-wearying mental and emotional clutter that silences the song in my throat.

Perhaps, without realizing it, that’s what you have been reminding me—to not neglect my song.

And there’s something else I’m hearing when you urge me to rest. My rest helps you rest. 

You have spent nearly your entire life working in one way or another. It began when you were just four years old, when you were left alone to watch your infant sister while your mother—my grandmother—ran an errand. You received that instruction and you followed it dutifully. I have watched you live that life my whole life: always operating between the lines, never straying, always obedient to what is right and what is good. You have worked hard and tirelessly. To the exhaustion of your mind, your body, and your soul.

When you tell me to rest, it’s because you know exactly what a life looks like without it. Because you knew that life. And because you had two beautiful daughters—mothers also—taken before they could know a life of true rest, before they could set the load down, before they could find their song. Your deepest concern comes from that place of motherly love and protection but also from grief. 

Your worry is valid. I have not rested well lately. Not exactly because of work, but because my mind and soul have been laboring, trying to manage the multiplicity of complicated and tangled things that have made me too exhausted to rest and live in my song.

I have watched you my entire life. Read your prayers scribbled on paper, notes written in the margins of scripture. And from those pages, I have learned how to walk when the demands of life are heavy. I have learned how to shift the weight, and when to lay it down entirely. 

I have also learned new things: the ache of silent endurance of pain has taught me that silence isn’t always best.

So, I am stilllearning how to speak aloud the things that need to be named if only to undo their hold on me. I’ve seen enough to know the things we leave unspoken are the things that keep us fettered.

A couple of years ago, you sent a birthday card too late that arrived right on time. I will keep your words to myself [they belong between us], but you reminded me of my purpose and my gifts. I return to that card often, to make sure I do not stay sidetracked too long. 

When I look at my own son, I see a bit of me that I inherited from you—the gift of being unbothered by what does not matter and holding close what does. I am grateful for that.

[By the way, forgive me for the sins of my foolish youth, when I did not value you enough. I am still not sure how you managed to raise such a brat. 😂]

Thank you for pointing me back toward rest and song. I am listening now.

Happy Mother’s Day!

An Open Letter to My Mom | On Rest and Finding My Song

Dear Mama,

I know you are concerned about me. Whenever we talk lately, you mention my busyness and remind me to get rest. I have been listening and trying to heed your counsel. I am finding my way back to rest, not the superficial kind though. Not the simple pause between one workday and the next. Deeper rest. The kind that reaches all the way down into the soul and settles there. The kind where I set everything down. Not only the nine-to-five but the everyday scurrying and hurrying and the soul-wearying mental and emotional clutter that silences the song in my throat.

Perhaps, without realizing it, that’s what you have been reminding me—to not neglect my song.

And there’s something else I’m hearing when you urge me to rest. My rest helps you rest. 

You have spent nearly your entire life working in one way or another. It began when you were just four years old, when you were left alone to watch your infant sister while your mother—my grandmother—ran an errand. You received that instruction and you followed it dutifully. I have watched you live that life my whole life: always operating between the lines, never straying, always obedient to what is right and what is good. You have worked hard and tirelessly. To the exhaustion of your mind, your body, and your soul.

When you tell me to rest, it’s because you know exactly what a life looks like without it. Because you knew that life. And because you had two beautiful daughters—mothers also—taken before they could know a life of true rest, before they could set the load down, before they could find their song. Your deepest concern comes from that place of motherly love and protection but also from grief. 

Your worry is valid. I have not rested well lately. Not exactly because of work, but because my mind and soul have been laboring, trying to manage the multiplicity of complicated and tangled things that have made me too exhausted to rest and live in my song.

I have watched you my entire life. Read your prayers scribbled on paper, notes written in the margins of scripture. And from those pages, I have learned how to walk when the demands of life are heavy. I have learned how to shift the weight, and when to lay it down entirely. 

I have also learned new things: the ache of silent endurance of pain has taught me that silence isn’t always best.

So, I am stilllearning how to speak aloud the things that need to be named if only to undo their hold on me. I’ve seen enough to know the things we leave unspoken are the things that keep us fettered.

A couple of years ago, you sent a birthday card too late that arrived right on time. I will keep your words to myself [they belong between us], but you reminded me of my purpose and my gifts. I return to that card often, to make sure I do not stay sidetracked too long. 

When I look at my own son, I see a bit of me that I inherited from you—the gift of being unbothered by what does not matter and holding close what does. I am grateful for that.

[By the way, forgive me for the sins of my foolish youth, when I did not value you enough. I am still not sure how you managed to raise such a brat. 😂]

Thank you for pointing me back toward rest and song. I am listening now.

Happy Mother’s Day!

An Open Letter to My Mom | On Rest and Finding My Song

Dear Mama,

I know you are concerned about me. Whenever we talk lately, you mention my busyness and remind me to get rest. I have been listening and trying to heed your counsel. I am finding my way back to rest, not the superficial kind though. Not the simple pause between one workday and the next. Deeper rest. The kind that reaches all the way down into the soul and settles there. The kind where I set everything down. Not only the nine-to-five but the everyday scurrying and hurrying and the soul-wearying mental and emotional clutter that silences the song in my throat.

Perhaps, without realizing it, that’s what you have been reminding me—to not neglect my song.

And there’s something else I’m hearing when you urge me to rest. My rest helps you rest. 

You have spent nearly your entire life working in one way or another. It began when you were just four years old, when you were left alone to watch your infant sister while your mother—my grandmother—ran an errand. You received that instruction and you followed it dutifully. I have watched you live that life my whole life: always operating between the lines, never straying, always obedient to what is right and what is good. You have worked hard and tirelessly. To the exhaustion of your mind, your body, and your soul.

When you tell me to rest, it’s because you know exactly what a life looks like without it. Because you knew that life. And because you had two beautiful daughters—mothers also—taken before they could know a life of true rest, before they could set the load down, before they could find their song. Your deepest concern comes from that place of motherly love and protection but also from grief. 

Your worry is valid. I have not rested well lately. Not exactly because of work, but because my mind and soul have been laboring, trying to manage the multiplicity of complicated and tangled things that have made me too exhausted to rest and live in my song.

I have watched you my entire life. Read your prayers scribbled on paper, notes written in the margins of scripture. And from those pages, I have learned how to walk when the demands of life are heavy. I have learned how to shift the weight, and when to lay it down entirely. 

I have also learned new things: the ache of silent endurance of pain has taught me that silence isn’t always best.

So, I am stilllearning how to speak aloud the things that need to be named if only to undo their hold on me. I’ve seen enough to know the things we leave unspoken are the things that keep us fettered.

A couple of years ago, you sent a birthday card too late that arrived right on time. I will keep your words to myself [they belong between us], but you reminded me of my purpose and my gifts. I return to that card often, to make sure I do not stay sidetracked too long. 

When I look at my own son, I see a bit of me that I inherited from you—the gift of being unbothered by what does not matter and holding close what does. I am grateful for that.

[By the way, forgive me for the sins of my foolish youth, when I did not value you enough. I am still not sure how you managed to raise such a brat. 😂]

Thank you for pointing me back toward rest and song. I am listening now.

Happy Mother’s Day!

An Open Letter to My Mom | On Rest and Finding My Song

Dear Mama,

I know you are concerned about me. Whenever we talk lately, you mention my busyness and remind me to get rest. I have been listening and trying to heed your counsel. I am finding my way back to rest, not the superficial kind though. Not the simple pause between one workday and the next. Deeper rest. The kind that reaches all the way down into the soul and settles there. The kind where I set everything down. Not only the nine-to-five but the everyday scurrying and hurrying and the soul-wearying mental and emotional clutter that silences the song in my throat.

Perhaps, without realizing it, that’s what you have been reminding me—to not neglect my song.

And there’s something else I’m hearing when you urge me to rest. My rest helps you rest. 

You have spent nearly your entire life working in one way or another. It began when you were just four years old, when you were left alone to watch your infant sister while your mother—my grandmother—ran an errand. You received that instruction and you followed it dutifully. I have watched you live that life my whole life: always operating between the lines, never straying, always obedient to what is right and what is good. You have worked hard and tirelessly. To the exhaustion of your mind, your body, and your soul.

When you tell me to rest, it’s because you know exactly what a life looks like without it. Because you knew that life. And because you had two beautiful daughters—mothers also—taken before they could know a life of true rest, before they could set the load down, before they could find their song. Your deepest concern comes from that place of motherly love and protection but also from grief. 

Your worry is valid. I have not rested well lately. Not exactly because of work, but because my mind and soul have been laboring, trying to manage the multiplicity of complicated and tangled things that have made me too exhausted to rest and live in my song.

I have watched you my entire life. Read your prayers scribbled on paper, notes written in the margins of scripture. And from those pages, I have learned how to walk when the demands of life are heavy. I have learned how to shift the weight, and when to lay it down entirely. 

I have also learned new things: the ache of silent endurance of pain has taught me that silence isn’t always best.

So, I am stilllearning how to speak aloud the things that need to be named if only to undo their hold on me. I’ve seen enough to know the things we leave unspoken are the things that keep us fettered.

A couple of years ago, you sent a birthday card too late that arrived right on time. I will keep your words to myself [they belong between us], but you reminded me of my purpose and my gifts. I return to that card often, to make sure I do not stay sidetracked too long. 

When I look at my own son, I see a bit of me that I inherited from you—the gift of being unbothered by what does not matter and holding close what does. I am grateful for that.

[By the way, forgive me for the sins of my foolish youth, when I did not value you enough. I am still not sure how you managed to raise such a brat. 😂]

Thank you for pointing me back toward rest and song. I am listening now.

Happy Mother’s Day!

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#ImageAndVerse #Stunday To honor the women... (view poem on the image or in alt text) #EastCoastKin #MothersDay #BloomScrolling #Tulips #Mothers

#ImageAndVerse #Stunday To honor the women... (view poem on the image or in alt text) #EastCoastKin #MothersDay #BloomScrolling #Tulips #Mothers

#ImageAndVerse #Stunday To honor the women... (view poem on the image or in alt text) #EastCoastKin #MothersDay #BloomScrolling #Tulips #Mothers

🤗🏮⚪🤍🏮💛🟨🟡🏮🌊🟨🔶🟧🌊⚪⬜🌊🏮🩶🩵🧡🏮🩶🩵🧡🏮🔶🟧🟠🏮🤍💛🟡🌊🩶🩵🧡🌊🏮🟠🏮🟨🔶🏮🟧⚪🏮⬜🤍🏮💛🟡🏮🩶🩵🏮🧡🌊🏮💛🩵🤗*"Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours!*it wanders wherever your children do!"🤗🟠🏮🟠🏮🟨🏮🔶🏮🟧🏮⚪🏮⬜🏮🤍💛🏮🟡🩶🏮🩵🧡🏮🌊🏮🏮🟠🏮🟨🔶🏮🟧⚪🏮⬜🤍🏮🌊🏮💛🟡🏮🩶🩵🏮🧡🌊🏮🏮🔶🏮🟨🤗

~ George Bernard Shaw

#Quote #About #Mothers #Love #Prayers #Children

🤗🏮⚪🤍🏮💛🟨🟡🏮🌊🟨🔶🟧🌊⚪⬜🌊🏮🩶🩵🧡🏮🩶🩵🧡🏮🔶🟧🟠🏮🤍💛🟡🌊🩶🩵🧡🌊🏮🟠🏮🟨🔶🏮🟧⚪🏮⬜🤍🏮💛🟡🏮🩶🩵🏮🧡🌊🏮💛🩵🤗*"Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours!*it wanders wherever your children do!"🤗🟠🏮🟠🏮🟨🏮🔶🏮🟧🏮⚪🏮⬜🏮🤍💛🏮🟡🩶🏮🩵🧡🏮🌊🏮🏮🟠🏮🟨🔶🏮🟧⚪🏮⬜🤍🏮🌊🏮💛🟡🏮🩶🩵🏮🧡🌊🏮🏮🔶🏮🟨🤗

~ George Bernard Shaw

#Quote #About #Mothers #Love #Prayers #Children

🤗💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💮🤗*"Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours!*it wanders wherever your children do!"🤗💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮🤗

~ George Bernard Shaw

#Quote #About #Mothers #Love #Prayers #Children

🤗💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💮🤗*"Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours!*it wanders wherever your children do!"🤗💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮💜🩷💗🩵❤️⚪🤍💮💮💮🤗

~ George Bernard Shaw

#Quote #About #Mothers #Love #Prayers #Children

*~*"Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours!*it wanders wherever your children do!"*~*

~ George Bernard Shaw

#Quote #About #Mothers #Love #Prayers #Children

*~*"Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours!*it wanders wherever your children do!"*~*

~ George Bernard Shaw

#Quote #About #Mothers #Love #Prayers #Children

🤗🦘🦘🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🤗*"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take!"🤗🦘🐓🐥🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🌿🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🌿🤗

~ Gaspard Mermillod

#Quote #on #Motherhood #and #A #Mothers #prayers

🤗🦘🦘🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🤗*"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take!"🤗🦘🐓🐥🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🌿🦘🐓🐥🪽😇🪽👼🏿👼👼🏾👼🏻👼🏽👼🏼💚💛🤎🩷💗❤️🩵💙🍥🍥🍥🍥🌿🌿🌿🌿🤗

~ Gaspard Mermillod

#Quote #on #Motherhood #and #A #Mothers #prayers

🤗❤️❤️❤️🤱🏿🤱🏼🤱🫂🌸🌷🩷💗🩵💙💚🌊🌊🌊🏖️⛱️🐚👒👒👒👗👗👗🏵️💮🌺💜💚💛🛐🤲🙏❤️❤️❤️🤗*"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take!"🤗❤️❤️❤️🤱🏿🤱🏼🤱🫂🌸🌷🩷💗🩵💙🌊🌊🌊🏖️⛱️🐚🐚🐚👒👒👒👗👗👗🏵️💮🌺💜💚💛🛐🤲🙏❤️❤️❤️🤗

~ Gaspard Mermillod

#Quote #on #Motherhood #and #A #Mothers #prayers

🤗❤️❤️❤️🤱🏿🤱🏼🤱🫂🌸🌷🩷💗🩵💙💚🌊🌊🌊🏖️⛱️🐚👒👒👒👗👗👗🏵️💮🌺💜💚💛🛐🤲🙏❤️❤️❤️🤗*"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take!"🤗❤️❤️❤️🤱🏿🤱🏼🤱🫂🌸🌷🩷💗🩵💙🌊🌊🌊🏖️⛱️🐚🐚🐚👒👒👒👗👗👗🏵️💮🌺💜💚💛🛐🤲🙏❤️❤️❤️🤗

~ Gaspard Mermillod

#Quote #on #Motherhood #and #A #Mothers #prayers

*~*"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take!"*~*

~ Gaspard Mermillod

#Quote #on #Motherhood #and #A #Mothers #prayers

*~*"A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take!"*~*

~ Gaspard Mermillod

#Quote #on #Motherhood #and #A #Mothers #prayers

#HappyMothersDay! ❤️ Baby!me and my #mama: http://facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=872338499492

#MothersDay #Mother #Mothers #Mom #Moms #Motherhood #Family #Love #Photo #Photography #Portrait #Portraits #PortaitPhotography #Chicago #Illinois #Midwest #80s #1980s #Vintage #Retro #OldSchool #Millennial #Millennials #Chinese #AAPI #AAPIHM #AAPIHeritageMonth

#HappyMothersDay! ❤️ Baby!me and my #mama: http://facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=872338499492

#MothersDay #Mother #Mothers #Mom #Moms #Motherhood #Family #Love #Photo #Photography #Portrait #Portraits #PortaitPhotography #Chicago #Illinois #Midwest #80s #1980s #Vintage #Retro #OldSchool #Millennial #Millennials #Chinese #AAPI #AAPIHM #AAPIHeritageMonth

#HappyMothersDay! ❤️ Baby!me and my #mama: http://facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=872338499492

#MothersDay #Mother #Mothers #Mom #Moms #Motherhood #Family #Love #Photo #Photography #Portrait #Portraits #PortaitPhotography #Chicago #Illinois #Midwest #80s #1980s #Vintage #Retro #OldSchool #Millennial #Millennials #Chinese #AAPI #AAPIHM #AAPIHeritageMonth

#HappyMothersDay! ❤️ Baby!me and my #mama: http://facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=872338499492

#MothersDay #Mother #Mothers #Mom #Moms #Motherhood #Family #Love #Photo #Photography #Portrait #Portraits #PortaitPhotography #Chicago #Illinois #Midwest #80s #1980s #Vintage #Retro #OldSchool #Millennial #Millennials #Chinese #AAPI #AAPIHM #AAPIHeritageMonth

A Mother’s Day reminder that every mother loves her babies 🐮💕 Thanks to The Little Red Barn Sanctuary, Mrs Calloway and Lucky will be able to stay together for life - a rare chance for most cows 🥺❤️‍🩹 Clips thanks to the amazing thelittleredbarn_sanctuary (IG) #dairycows #mothersday #mothers

A Mother’s Day reminder that every mother loves her babies 🐮💕 Thanks to The Little Red Barn Sanctuary, Mrs Calloway and Lucky will be able to stay together for life - a rare chance for most cows 🥺❤️‍🩹 Clips thanks to the amazing thelittleredbarn_sanctuary (IG) #dairycows #mothersday #mothers

A Mother’s Day reminder that every mother loves her babies 🐮💕 Thanks to The Little Red Barn Sanctuary, Mrs Calloway and Lucky will be able to stay together for life - a rare chance for most cows 🥺❤️‍🩹 Clips thanks to the amazing thelittleredbarn_sanctuary (IG) #dairycows #mothersday #mothers

Brits flown to #UK from hantavirus cruise ship will -
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#Gaza Humanitarian Mission Sparks #Global Outrage After -
https://kensbookinfo.blogspot.com/p/world-capitals.html#Brussels

#RoryMcIlroy and #ScottieScheffler disagreement emerges -
https://kensbookinfo.blogspot.com/p/uk.html17

What time and #TV channel is Leinster v Lions on in -
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A chance of rain to start #Mothers' Day weekend in #Maryland -
https://kensbookinfo.blogspot.com/p/us-cities.html#11a

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🌸🌷💗🌏🌐🩷💁🏼‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE MOM’S OUT THERE!*& THE FATHER’S THAT HAD TO BE BOTH MOM!*& DAD’S AS SINGLE PARENTS!*& I AM STARTING TO FEED MY SPIRIT WITH GOOD!*& LOVING THINGS!*& SHARING WITH ALL OF YOU TOO SO WE👉

#Jesus #Refuge #of #the #Weary #Happy #Mothers #Day #Children #Devotional #GOD #Love #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #World #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Hospitality #Gentleness #Unity #Love #One #Another

🌸🌷💗🌏🌐🩷💁🏼‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE MOM’S OUT THERE!*& THE FATHER’S THAT HAD TO BE BOTH MOM!*& DAD’S AS SINGLE PARENTS!*& I AM STARTING TO FEED MY SPIRIT WITH GOOD!*& LOVING THINGS!*& SHARING WITH ALL OF YOU TOO SO WE👉

#Jesus #Refuge #of #the #Weary #Happy #Mothers #Day #Children #Devotional #GOD #Love #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #World #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Hospitality #Gentleness #Unity #Love #One #Another

🌸🌷💗🌏🌐🩷💁🏼‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS GOOD SUNDAY MORNING!*& HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE MOM’S OUT THERE!*& THE FATHER’S THAT HAD TO BE BOTH MOM!*& DAD’S AS SINGLE PARENTS!*& I AM STARTING TO👉

#Jesus #Refuge #of #the #Weary #Happy #Mothers #Day #Children #Sunday #Devotional #GOD #Love #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #World #People #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Hospitality #Gentleness #Understanding #Unity #Love #One #Another

🌸🌷💗🌏🌐🩷💁🏼‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS GOOD SUNDAY MORNING!*& HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE MOM’S OUT THERE!*& THE FATHER’S THAT HAD TO BE BOTH MOM!*& DAD’S AS SINGLE PARENTS!*& I AM STARTING TO👉

#Jesus #Refuge #of #the #Weary #Happy #Mothers #Day #Children #Sunday #Devotional #GOD #Love #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #World #People #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Hospitality #Gentleness #Understanding #Unity #Love #One #Another

🌸🌷💗🌏🌐🩷💁🏼‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS AROUND THE WORLD GOOD SUNDAY MORNING!*& HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE MOM’S OUT THERE!*& THE FATHER’S THAT HAD TO BE BOTH MOM!*& DAD’S AS👉

#Jesus #Refuge #of #the #Weary #Happy #Mothers #Day #Children #Sunday #Devotional #GOD #Love #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #World #People #Remember #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Caring #Hospitality #Helping #Others #Gentleness #Understanding #Everyone #Unity #Love #One #Another

🌸🌷💗🌏🌐🩷💁🏼‍♀️*DEAR BELOVED FRIENDS AROUND THE WORLD GOOD SUNDAY MORNING!*& HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL THE MOM’S OUT THERE!*& THE FATHER’S THAT HAD TO BE BOTH MOM!*& DAD’S AS👉

#Jesus #Refuge #of #the #Weary #Happy #Mothers #Day #Children #Sunday #Devotional #GOD #Love #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #World #People #Remember #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Caring #Hospitality #Helping #Others #Gentleness #Understanding #Everyone #Unity #Love #One #Another

#Motherhood itself has always come with challenges and social judgments. #Mothers are often told how to behave, as if there is only one correct way to be a ‘good mother.’