For 16 years I have had a child sitting next to me, on me, under me, or sliding away from me in church. For 16 years a child has either held my hand or pushed it away; until today. For today, for the first time, the little one accompanied by her veteran sister served Mass, and I sat all alone. Smiling at the two wonderful altar servers at the 7 AM Mass.
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I feel for you. Every pulling away or walking away tugs at a mom's heartstrings, even though your heart is simultaneously bursting with pride.
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