The other night, I had to run to Walgreens to pick up a prescription for Etta. I grabbed some C batteries for the baby swing and headed to the pickup window.
“I’m here to pick up a prescription for my daughter.”
Outwardly, I continued to have a typical interaction with the pharmacist, but the minute the words “my daughter” left my lips, my internal conversation went something like this: “Holy crap, I have a daughter. I have a DAUGHTER. I have TWO DAUGHTERS. Daughter, daughter, daughter daughter.” The word sort of ceased to have any meaning and began to sound sort of foreign in my head.
I mean, somehow, that phrase, “my daughter” just blows my mind. I had already kind of processed that I have babies, but realizing that they’re my daughters? Well, it gives me all kinds of visions of who these little people will grow up to be.
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What a precious picture!
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I still freak out a bit when I mention my daughter.I am not sure at what point that stops being odd.
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My kid will be six in June. Sometimes when he says something about his mom, I have to remember that’s me. It’s weird how that happens over and over.
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You went through a lot to get to this moment!! Isn’t it incredible???
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Beautiful baby girls! You truly are doing a remarkable job. I never cease to be amazed that i was trusted with two little people to help them become all they can be until they go off on their own. What a ginormous responsibilty, I think to myself. Congrats on your two DAUGHTERS
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