I feel my age when I look at my children. It's okay, I want them to grow and enjoy life. Every moment I enjoy with my kids is treasured. The yelling, the eye rolling, the messes, the smelly smells, the tears, the hugs, the kisses, all of it. Every mother's experience is as unique as the child mothered. But not the messes and the smells. They are totally the same. Gross and disgusting. |
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AuthorRather than experience this aging crisis alone ... I am inviting you to join in on the fun! I am on my way to 50 years of age. As I journey towards that 50th birthday, I will share my daily thoughts, triumphs, and disappointments. Don't worry it is not going to be all that good or polished - just honest, raw, and perhaps a bit of a train wreck. Archives
July 2023
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