It's the day after Christmas and I've caught myself reflecting on the many ways the women of the Bible show us the daily joys and trials of motherhood. When I was pregnant with Zoe, I often flipped through the Bible, looking for solace from any story that related to carrying a baby in the womb. (By the way, isn't womb a strange word?) . Around Christmas, I felt a strange kinship with Mary that I had never felt before. I would sing the songs about the baby in the manger, secretly anticipating ...
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Right now, my mother is driving away from Chicago. She's in a rental car with my dad, my brother and a ton of stuff.
And I miss her.
I'm sitting here, trying not to cry about it, because I can be a huge baby, and well, because I have my own baby to take care of.
When my mom was here, nothing could go completely wrong. I went over to my parents' apartment everyday. She told me what to do when Zoe had a cold.
 I always had someone to complain to. On my worst days, I had someone to detail every li...
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