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 I was outside earlier today and noticed a good two dozen robins twittering about. This was rather strange as two days ago it barely got above freezing.

 Helping my mom out with dad, or, basically just being company and letting her get out of the house so she doesn't go stir crazy reminded me of when the girls were little.  

While I was many states away when I had my first child, I remember clearly what a difference it made for me to have my parents in my life and after the birth of my second child how much it helped me on the days mom came over to 'not be alone'.  

 I felt that distinctly a few days ago.  I wondered if mom felt the same way.  Does it help to not be alone?

 I can't imagine how many things she has to deal with on a 'today' basis as well as the 'after' basis.  I had asked her to mail something for me (since post boxes seem semi-nonexistent where I live).  She noticed my return address labels and really liked them.  I asked her if she wanted me to order some for her.  She said yes.  We both looked at each other for a moment and I knew we were thinking the same thing.  How should I word the name.

 I am sad and proud of my mother at the same time.  Married for 52 years she has always been Mrs. Earl P. Niemiec.  We ordered her address labels as Naomi Niemiec.

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