Being the mother of a small child is like being a movie star with an audience of one. And that audience member invariably thinks you are stunning, brilliant, hilarious, and endlessly fascinating.
People will say that this passes with age but I found my father endlessly fascinating until he died last year. Of course, when they are grown, it isn’t automatic. You have to work for it.
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I miss those days.
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