Here they are. My goodness. I sure do have my big girl boots on. Watching them grow up is wonderful, awesome, and fun. Sometimes I let my emotions get the best of me and get sad. No more babies. Growing up. It's a good thing. Right? Right.
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.
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