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  1. I am that mom. I dote on my daughter, tell her stories of old, my college, life, childhood, dreams for her.i work five jobs to pay her college 15 minutes of sleep a day. She hates my guts. I write her letters under her pillow, take her everywhere, cheer on college sports. My mom died when. I was a child a d my child hates me. She is vicious. Dance team together, church, yoga, walks. She forbid me to be at college drop off. I dropped birthday cake off. New ski boots. She screamed at me. She is barrased. I went to stores to get perfect clothes, hair. I wish I were dead. I live in the basement so not to get attacked. If you hate your mom tell her but just once not every day. I was perfect mom. I hope I die soon.

  2. I found your blog while pinning on Pinterest and it’s so strange because I actually read your mom’s book last year for a history class in college. My dad spent 4 years in Vietnam and suffers from PTSD and has health problems from his exposure to Agent Orange. Your mom’s book was amazing. I shared it with my dad and afterwards he opened up to me for the first time about his time there and that is because of your mom. I’m so fortunate that I had the chance to talk WITH my dad and after reading this post I feel like getting to know him better. THANK YOU!

  3. I have chills from reading this. I’m so sorry for your loss, and can imagine that it still hurts so much today. I know it’s not an easy thing to hear, but you shouldn’t have those regrets. Your mom is watching over you and if you’re any bit as great of a person in real life as you are on your blog (and I know you are) she loved you to bits. We all make mistakes, but our salvation lies in prayer, and knowing that we will see the people we love again some day.

  4. This is such an amazing post. Your mom sounds like an incredible woman – and the book – wow! Thank you for the reminder and I am going to pick up the phone and call my mom as soon as I post this comment!

    xx
    Kelly
    Sparkles and Shoes

  5. Molly, this was such a touching post. My heart aches for you knowing you lost your Mom so young, but I know how proud she would be seeing you as an amazing mother now!

  6. Wow Molly, I never knew this about you. What a strong gal you are. I’m praying for you today friend. And those words- so good! We ‘need’ to appreciate and enjoy all the moments we can collect with our loved ones. You are so blessed to have a great husband and Lilly.

  7. Thank you for sharing. Beautifully written. I’m going to see my mom next week for the first time in months (we live in different parts of the world and I only get to see her (and my dad) about once a year. I hate that. But you’ve reminded me to cherish my time with her and my dad and tell them how much I love them, how thankful I am they’re my parents and how much they mean to me. That’s what I’m going to do on Thursday. Thank you for reminding me how grateful I should be to still have them because not everyone does.

  8. Molly,

    That was beautiful and I totally empathize with this post. My mom died a year ago on November 8th. I feel a lot of regret for all the things I never said or did. But then you post this and it’s exactly what I needed to read. We can’t just live by what we didn’t do, but each day forward doing more.

    Love you girl

  9. Many beautiful truths in this post, Molly. My dad died when I was 7 from MS, and there are so many things I wish I knew more about him. I wasn’t really old enough to get to know him on a different level, other than being my dad, but as I age I wish I could talk to him and pick his brain. Also, I loved how you expressed the use of the term “died.” I’ve always thought the other phrases were too fluffy too. But people feel weird when you just through it out in conversation.
    By the way, you look a lot like your mom, which is wonderful for you to carry with you each day. Maybe Lilly will too!

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