I’m talking to you.
Yes, that’s right, you:
--the working mama who feels sick on Sunday afternoon because you report for duty Monday morning at 0800 and the thought of leaving your baby makes your heartache,
--the mama sitting in the oncology ward next to your sick child, helplessly watching while toxic chemicals are pumped through your baby’s veins,
--the mama whose husband just left you with a slew of hungry mouths to feed and a mortgage you know you can’t pay,
--the nursing mama who is so tired you fall asleep sitting up because that baby eats and eats and then eats some more,
--the overwhelmed mama with a house full of kids and school work and laundry and dirt and dishes,
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