A space to lay my imperfections as I journey through the greatest role of my life...motherhood. Reshaping all aspects of who I thought I was and challenging me to figure out who I want to be for myself, as a daughter, a friend, a wife and of course a mother).
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Why
Why does he hit? Why does he spit? Why does he refuse to give hugs, say hello or thank you? Why does he make us work so hard for the simplest things? Why, why, why? Because he has a will of iron.
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