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Mothers

There is a joke that having to speak on Mother's Day in the LDS church is the worst talk to give. No one wants to do it and almost no one wants to listen to it. Perhaps this post will be the same but each year I cannot help but have a few thoughts on the many mothers in my life.

When most think about the mothers that are important to them they think about the mother that took care of them as children, gave birth to them, and sent them off into the world. Usually this is one woman. For me this is many many women. I have a birth mom (which I will talk about on a different blog) and I have an adopted mother. The list, however, does not end with these two women. I have mothers who I see at church, mothers in my academic life, mothers in different countries, mothers who are also sisters to me, and mothers who have helped me have a good relationship with my primary mother.

It is on Mother's Day that I think about all of these women. Each played a vital role in my upbringing and are credited with any success that I have. Many of these women know that they fall in this role in my life, others may not. I do not have one mother, or two, or ten. The mothers that I want to give my love to are in the hundreds. Some are past and some are still in my life but each I carry with me as I think about my own role as a mother now and in the future.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MY MOTHERS!!!!

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