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And as conduits of Grace and Mercy, our tweens and teens have an uncanny ability to dump the laundry basket of our neatly folded selves into a heap on the floor. Thank God. Really, God, thank you.
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Taking the time to reflect and observe the now independent creatures who sucked the life out of your DNA for eighteen years—while also filling you back up with love of course—helps you realize you actually did some things right.
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For years leading up to this stage, I worried and vexed and grayed while assuming the formidable stage would be a disaster. I thought for sure I’d fail as a mom and screw up my miracles for good. Until I didn’t. Thank you, the mystique of prayers, Goose over ice, and God’s grace.
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Clichés are mundane, but parenting is rank with commonplace conjecture. Here’s to laughing our way through phases of parenting using coined expression.
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