Motherhood has its joys and it sorrows. And for the sorrows I am not talking about the lack of sleep, or the desire for grown up time, those are things that are just part of parenthood and I do not consider those sorrows. I am talking about hearing my son cry as my husband, who is at home with him two days a week, tells me that he just can't eat out of a bottle. My poor little man has the worst stuffed up nose, he just wan't eat very easily and gets so frustrated about it.
The Joy is when I woke up the other morning I looked down at Ronin and he just gave me the biggest grin.
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