Raising a child is like stringing pearls, only there is no knot in the end of the string. I feel like I do the same things OVER AND OVER....
My daughter is 10. She is half-way-to-grownup.
My son is 7. He's not a baby, not a toddler, not even a little kid. He's "a kid"
I missed it. Somewhere in those strings of pearls all of the "baby" moments slipped by me.
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