motherhood
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A case for a big age difference in kids
I grew up in a family that was mid-sized. Two parents and three kids. My oldest sibling, my brother, was thirteen when I was born. My sister was eight. I was a surprise. Not that my parents didn’t want more… Continue reading
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Just too tired…
This is the second entry in a series I call “El Real Momma” The purpose is just to be completely “Real” with you all and real with myself. The internet can be a place of fear and sometimes I am… Continue reading