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In recognition of mothers every day
Story 1: It was a bitterly cold and windy day, but the mother just had to get out of the house; she was going stir crazy. She needed some exercise, and although her toddler had a bad cold, she was sure a little fresh air wouldn’t hurt it. She bundled up her toddler, carried it outside and placed it in the stroller. The stroller was designed so that the child would face the elements, and the hood of the stroller blocked the view of the child from the person pushing the stroller. As the mother began to walk, she pulled out her cell phone and called her friend. She talked and talked with her friend, oblivious to her toddler’s cough, its cries and its abrupt silence.
Story 2: Grandma lifted her grandbaby onto her lap. Grandma was a chunky woman, so she didn’t have much lap for her baby to sit on. Her grandbaby faced her and held on tightly to whatever it could grab – grandma’s arms or clothing. Grandma started to bounce her bundle of joy up and down in time with a poem she recited. “Ride a horsey to Banbury Crossing to see a fine lady upon a fine horsey. Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she’ll have music wherever she goes!” The grandchild giggled and squealed with delight. Grandma laughed, too, and she and her grandbaby nuzzled and hugged each other. “Again, grandma. Do it again!” Off they went again and again on a bouncing fine-horsey ride of love until Grandma’s tired legs made her say, “Okay, but this will be the last time!”
(The stroller first came into being in 1733.)