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I watch my son grow. In inches and pounds.
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But also in love and joy and even grief. I see each year, that he loves his extended family more and more. And as such, his grief is bigger each time we part. For a mom who never saw her child grieve, it is a beautiful thing to watch big rivulets of shiny run down his ashy, tanned cheeks. Tears were fears and cries were for old traumas.
The pure, salty sadness of tears is delicious to my soul.
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