Here's what you don't do on your oldest's 8th birthday, when you're already feeling all verklempt about him not being a little kid anymore, about time passing too quickly, and about your journey together so far. You don't accidentally come across this Amy Tan quote (I've inserted "son" for "daughter"):
“…I love my son. He and I have shared the same body. There is a part of his mind that is a part of mine. But when he was born he sprang from me like a slippery fish, and has been swimming away ever since. All his life, I have watched him as though from another shore.”
Because when you do, you end up crying onto your keyboard, trying to catch tiny breaths between the tears. It's hard - motherhood. This eight-year ride has been beautiful, challenging, magical, heartbreaking, exhilirating, and everything in between. And always, an incredible, incredible honor.
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Eight years old? Whatevs. As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be.
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