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Oh Gawd. I don't know what's funnier. The napkin shoved in your nose to stop your nosebleed, the "in-beween" shot of your sister or the box of maxi pads left on the bed. (2.4.2018)

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What a day we had today, right bud? You were sent to your room for the better part of the day. You just couldn't get your head straight. Your choices were poor. That little head of yours, that stubborn little head, just couldn't understand why you were getting into trouble. You yelled. I yelled. You were sent to your room. I sat down and took a breath. You came out of your room only to be told to go back in again. There were bangs and loud noises coming from your room. I wanted to see what you were doing, but honestly, I didn't care. You were destroying me today. And, then, with little notice, you came out of your room again, and made your declaration. It was declared by you.  With coat on, backpack stuffed with your coin bank, fake money and your Minecraft sword, it was declared that you were running away to find another family. You didn't know which family, only that you were running away to find another family. You were done with us. DONE! You were leaving. 

Trying to hold back our laughter, your father and I let you go. You were done with us, after all. What could we do? What choice did we have? You didn't want us as your family anymore, so we watched you leave. We watched you walk to the end of the driveway. We watched you look left. Then we watched you look right. You had a huge choice to make. Which family will I now choose? A few minutes went by. I could see the angry little wheels turning in your angry little head. This is your life we're talking about. THIS is a huge decision. You knew you had to choose wisely. Then, without warning, you walked back up the driveway and into the house. You dropped your backpack. You took off your coat. You sat down and ate dinner. There, it was declared, by you, that you would look for a new family tomorrow, maybe. (2.3.2018)

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This spring, in Musical Theatrix, you are acting in Suessical the Muscial.

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When I was pregnant for the first time. I had visions of perfection in my head. I thought that I could perfectly care for and teach my children. They would behave, perfectly. They would get ready, perfectly. They would dress, perfectly, And, above all, they would eat at the table, perfectly.

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We went to your middle school orientation the other day. I think I held back the tears more times than I could count. 

Dad sent me a picture of you when you were 2 years old this morning. I just can't. I'm literally crying now as I write this. 



I know that every little milestone for you matters. These last few milestones, even though they are so far apart, matter more. They matter because, at every milestone, I'm reminded that you're growing up. I'm reminded that you're no longer my little baby girl. I'm reminded that you're turning into a young woman. I'm reminded, that this picture, will be much different next year. I'm reminded that time does not, in fact, slow down. (1.26.2018)

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