She brings us to life with love and screams and sustains our bodies with her own. She wipes, bandages, combs, and cuddles, and cuts off crusts. She has the soothing voice of the nurse, the methodical voice of a teacher, the barking sergeant’s voice, and the tired weepy voice of one who has been stretched too thin. We huddle terrified as she clashes with Dad, follow eagerly as she negotiates our groceries, laugh when she teaches us jokes and how to joke. She was the one who corrected college essays as easily as she baked cookies. She resented the flippancy of our individuation from her as surely as she prayed for it. Now in years going by we send two dollar paper cards that are unfamiliar with her work and speak nothing of her worth, and she says thank you for remembering.
Hardwired 
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I’m hoping your Mom read this…. lol (now does that mean lot’s of love or laugh out loud…I’m trying to keep up to date?)
Amusing & poignant 🙂
I’d like to know where the author is buying his greeting cards. The last time a greeting card cost $2 was maybe a millenium ago! Otherwise, a poignant commentary! Idea: Try making your own cards….even if they look terrible they read terrific to anyone who gets them…. !