When M was born she was perfect. I know every mom says that about their kids but seriously, M was actually perfect. She slept through the night 3 days after she was born. She was and still is a great, healthy eater. M was polite and smart and never really got into trouble. She never colored on walls, or cut her own hair. She never threw fits or tantrums to get her way. She was always happy and smiling. She was, and still can be, so compassionate, she would cry at the thought of a lost dog or want to help anyone she thought might be a little sad. She was that little ego boost. You know, the one that makes you say “Damn, I am good at this parenting thing!” I mean, realistically I knew it was all her, but I figured I had to have something to do with it.

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