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I used to tell my kids, “It doesn’t matter if your nine months or ninety, you’re still gonna be my babies.”
I still cry when they have a hard time with something. I still want to rush in and rescue them from whatever bothers them and I still have the urge to remind them to do the right thing.
My youngest is a few years over eighteen.
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