Mom is rubbing my face during a migraine, placing an ice pack on my forehead and later, the taste of a grilled cheese sandwich and chocolate milk after I wake up. I had horrible migraines from the age of five on and my mom knew how to take care of me. She taught me how to feel empathy and compassion for the hurting around me. Some of my most vivid memories of my mom were when I was in the most pain. I saw her selfless love for me as she made sure rooms were dark, the house was silent and I had all I needed to get though the pain. It is because of her demonstration of such care, that I am know how to help my own daughter’s through their migraines, broken legs, and wounded hearts.
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