Raising a child is difficult for a spoiled self-centered person like me. A challenge – more oft than impossible to manage gracefully. He wears me out, wears me down, and brings out the worst in me. The discipline of which I once was proud – is nowhere to be found. Vanished is the peace and quiet of childless-ness. But for all the work and disappointment (with myself), there are moments when my heart swells.
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