Category Archives: birthday

seven? what?

It is you who made me a mother, for the first time.   You are the one who had every “first” carefully documented and recorded.   You did just what you were “supposed to do,” and you did it “when you were supposed to do it.”   You rolled over, got your first tooth, said your first words, […]

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I remember when she was two years old.  There were moments (lots of them) where I wasn’t sure I would make it… make it through what, I didn’t know.   A day?  An hour?  Sometimes even that minute, I suppose.  She was “that kid.”  The one who had knock down, drag out tantrums in the middle […]

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