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" Occasionally, especially at celebratory times, the whole gang of us would launch into a spontaneous mental game. For example, my mother used to send me to the back porch (a room containing no furniture but a simply incredible mass of Stuff) to get flour for holiday cakes or pies. I often returned to the kitchen, cringing with disgust, to announce that the flour was full of worms. No matter how sick this made me, I knew it wuoldn't bother my mother. She always just sifted the worms out, saying that even if she missed a few and they got into the food, they would simply be an excellent source of protein. Just as we were all beginning to feel thoroughly downtrodden, my father would save the day. "Everyone come up with a literary reference about worms!" he would shout. "
― Martha N. Beck , Expecting Adam: A True Story of Birth, Rebirth, and Everyday Magic
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" instead of clinging to me for support, he was holding me up, embracing me, trying to help me trust that everything around us—the dolphins, the birds, the sun, the sky, the whole vast, blue Atlantic—was there to bring us joy. I think he may be right. "
― Martha N. Beck , Expecting Adam: A True Story of Birth, Rebirth, and Everyday Magic
