I hope I never have one. I hope stone is never the feeling of my mom-heart. I pray the tone of my life is warm and compassionate. Always compassion.
I have heard the refrigerated voice. It has rehearsed its death words inside of me and out.
No more frigidity. No more rigidity.
We will rise above the noise and repeat it no more.
My children will live red-hot lives of Divine influence...the kind that melts rocks.
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I love this Ashley! I want to remember this and endeavor to do the same with my children. I love the intentionalality of your words and the way that you phrase things. I think the last line is my favorite. I want a life like that, and to give that kind of life to my kids one day.
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