I love who he is becoming. I don't love how he thrives off irritating his little brother but I love who he is becoming. Big picture, when I stand back, the painting is starting to get less fuzzy and come in a little clearer. I love what I see.
-J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
The Oldest
Is getting older by the minute. Changing, growing, getting more responsible, all of that. Yet why do I feel I'm getting harder on him vs. easing up? Hmmm. I have to think about it. I think I know why. But I'll let you know. He's gonna be a good guy folks. No doubt. He's already the best kid in the world to me. By leaps and bounds I am so proud of him. I told him so today.
I love who he is becoming. I don't love how he thrives off irritating his little brother but I love who he is becoming. Big picture, when I stand back, the painting is starting to get less fuzzy and come in a little clearer. I love what I see.
I love who he is becoming. I don't love how he thrives off irritating his little brother but I love who he is becoming. Big picture, when I stand back, the painting is starting to get less fuzzy and come in a little clearer. I love what I see.
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