written by Ava & Eleonore Snow | above photo: Pam Omohundro Dear Mama, I remember riding in the car with you, just 4-years-old, as you explained that someday you wouldn’t get to come to school with me like you did at my preschool. I would be on my own (albeit with a very comforting personalized nap mat in hand) once I walked through the doors of my elementary school. The thought was inconceivable, and understandably so – you had always been an inextricable part of my life, but now a major part of my everyday was about to become mama-free.…
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