The one defining commonality of the human species is that we love our children. So much so, that sometimes, that love is a vulnerability that is so intense, it can take our breath away. Would we do anything to protect them? That goes without saying. Can our imaginations reach to a point in which we see them being taken away? No. Especially not in our overly-protected world of modern medicine, safety devices, and ample written warnings on whatever we buy.
As a mother, I listen to my friends speak about their children, their words coming from the same place that mine do when I speak about my own children. I don’t discount the words they speak. I simply understand the place from which the words are born.
When my friend Lori spoke about her children, she was no less effusive. Her children were bright. They were beautiful…
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