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She is not my mother. I am not her daughter.

I am a mom. My children are grown enough to need me less, but young enough that my muscle memory for “mom-ing” is still intact. I rock an imaginary stroller when I stand still. I pack lunches in my sleep. I soothe fevers with the back of my hand before the thermometer even registers. moms juniorcare for old virgin lady

She has the organizational skills of a CEO. Her book collection is annotated with the precision of a scholar. She can name every bird that lands on her feeder by its Latin name. Her life is not empty. It is simply... vertical. She grew up, not out. She is not my mother

But to me? She is becoming my third child. moms juniorcare for old virgin lady