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Mom's shoes for a day

Have always looked up to her.
Seen her running,
Through the multitude of her chores;
Seen her juggle many a role,
Deftly;Expertly;
Falling in line, every time,
With those endless expectations;
Ever caring,
With an unconditional, unparalleled,
Absolute and faultless love of hers.
Content with her niche.
Her shoes, it would be -
If it could be.
The #ketchupwithus # 13  In 57 words or less, tell us about whose shoes you'd like to walk in for a day.
Trifecta week sixty-seven prompt - juggle

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  1. So sweet, Ruby. My mom. Even my grandmother. Those would have been great ideas. But no. I went with my cat.

    Ridiculous.

    Thanks for linking up!

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    1. I enjoyed your write up. It was so creative. Thank you.

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  2. Sweet tribute, Ruby!

    small technicality:
    juggle many a role or many roles.

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    1. Thanks Kymm. I will make the correction as soon as I can. Till then I request all the readers to bear with the mistake.

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  3. Beautiful! I bet your mom would be proud.

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  4. That's sweet. I hope I come across as that to my own kids--in charge of many things. Instead, I suspect they think I just sit around eating their cookies while they're at school. Which is only PARTIALLY true.

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  5. This was so sweet! (I'm not sure I'd want to walk in my mom's shoes though...I had thought of an easier route: cat - just like ODNT. Now that's an easy road :))

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    1. Cats are not an easy road by any means. I appreciate your visit

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  6. I'd like to be in her shoes to learn her secret to all that juggling (:

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  7. It sounds like we both have terrific moms

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  8. What a lovely tribute to one of our first role models & one of the most loved human beings, on this Women's day-loved it:-)I miss mine...

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    1. The timing was a coincidence. I have been missing home lately.

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  9. I learned two valuable things: time management, and the idea that 'its gotta get done, so do it'.

    Thanks for the reminder of where I got it from.

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    1. Those are two priceless things to learn. Thank you so much for sharing.

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