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Dear Internet

I raised my kids. I read books. I got the magazines. I PTA’d and volunteered. I baked and silent auctioned. I complained and laughed and cried. I did band aids, dislocated elbows, and wisdom teeth removal. There were panic attacks, leave of absences and psychologists. I argued and worried and felt defeated.

I got the exchange student. I did the vacations. I sewed, painted, even tried to garden. I myspaced/Facebook/instagram posted the moments. I pinterested the hell out of that. I handed over keys. I prepped for interviews and help with applications. I paid, paid, paid for things. Soccer? Softball? music? dance? SAT prep?

The days were long but the years flew by.

And now what?

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