Morning Air Show
A young mother who had been diagnosed with a treatable form of cancer returned home from the hospital, self-conscious about her physical appearance and loss of hair following radiation. Upon sitting down on a kitchen chair, her son appeared quietly in the doorway, studying her curiously. As his mother began a rehearsed speech to help him understand what he was seeing, they boy came forward to snuggle in her lap. Intently, he laid his head to her chest and just held on. His mother was saying, "And sometime, hopefully soon, I will look the way I used to, and then I'll be better." The young child sat up thoughtfully. With six-year-old frankness, he simply responded, "Different hair, same old heart." His mother no longer had to wait for "sometime, hopefully soon" to be better. She was. Rochelle M. Pennington
Whenever I need help being a mother, I remember my mother and grandmother,
In the Genes
A young woman named Mary gave birth to her first child, and because her husband was on military duty, she spent a couple of weeks after the birth at the home of her parents. One day Mary mentioned to her mother that she was surprised the baby's hair was reddish, when both she and her husband were blonde. "Well, Mary," said her mother, "you must remember, your daddy's hair is red." "But Mamma," said Mary, "that doesn't make any difference because I'm adopted." With a little smile, Mamma said the loveliest words that her daughter had ever heard: "I always forget."
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