I went over and over this in my head. I have a few moments where I felt pretty proud. Getting my MA was one moment, getting my first teaching job was another. However, the moment I think I felt the most pride, or more appropriately, the most sure of who I am and my purpose on this earth, was the first time I held my tiny, tiny baby girl. I felt pride in the ordeal I had just endured, fear because she was so little and early, and absolute joy because she was here, she was okay, and I was finally a mom.
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Beautiful <3
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