My Mother's Kiss: A Mother's Day Memory Can Be Found in the Smallest Things by Mindy Hudon, M.S., CCC-SLP

When I was a little girl, I used to watch my mom get ready for work. I was fascinated watching her put on makeup and do her hair. I wanted to be just like her, so I used to pretend to put my makeup on, too. 

My favorite part was when she would blot her lipstick on a square piece of tissue and her red lips would be imprinted on the sheet. I would wait patiently until she handed me the square piece of tissue. Happily, I would gallop off with my mother’s kiss. I don’t even know if she realized how special that was to me. 

I love you, Mommy, and happy Mother's Day to all! 

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