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She pointed to it. “Mama. Sad.”

The lens of motherhood is always smudged. It’s smudged with peanut butter, with tears, with the grease from your own unwashed hair. You can try to clean it, but the second you put the phone down, another tiny hand will reach out and touch it again. allison carr mutha magazine

“No, baby,” I said. “Not sad. Just… Tuesday.” She pointed to it