Mama, Me

My children are alive. I’m doing okay. Some days they even thrive. Hooray! Most days they laugh and smile. I’m succeeding in some way. They make me laugh too, every single day. Sometimes they fight, but I have some sway. Sometimes they hug, and I get my way. They’ll have rough days, that might lead them…

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Mama, Me

  My children are alive. I’m doing okay. Some days they even thrive. Hip hip hooray! Most days they laugh and smile. I’m succeeding in some way. They make me laugh too, every single day. Sometimes they fight, but I have some sway. Sometimes they hug, and I get my way. They’ll have rough days, that…

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O x 7

Seven. SEVEN? WHAAAAT? How? When? A minute ago he was turning one. Waddle walking around and climbing onto the couch. Now he’s seven. Running, jumping, parkouring off of my furniture seven! All of the science says that 6 is a big year. Their brains go through a huge change. Who they really are starts to…

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