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But, they're not children any more. The are utterly unique, absolutely fascinating young adults. Each is trying to figure out real adult life... and hold onto the freedoms of youth at the same time. At times they seem more mature than we are and then....Well, you know... there are times when they're still just my babies. I love them dearly, pray for them fervently, and try to gracefully let them go (all the while holding on tightly). Raising children is NOT for wimps... But it's hard to imagine anything more important or joyful or surprising. |
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