My youngest child, my “golden child”, is the one that sucks my soul, the one who keeps me on my toes and has me making hard parenting decisions.  Did his two older siblings not prepare me for what was to come? Some say he is like my first child, but I disagree. We can categorize and box anything we want if we need to give it some meaning or reason.  However, the reality is, kids are who the are… and we really never know what we are going to get regardless of age, gender or whether they are the oldest, youngest or in between. They are who they are. Maguire is who he is.  

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In this perfect world we wouldn’t compare ourselves to anyone else, because in this world, we would know that no one could ever be alike.  

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Sitting in my closet, my heart was heavy and my eyes were swelling.  I took in deep breaths and brought myself back to when I was a child.  All I ever wanted to be was a mom. Every picture I drew, every story I told, every question I was asked, was about being a mom.  In these moments of shedding tears, I realized I wasn’t the mom that I pictured when I was little. I wasn’t the mom that I wanted to be.  This was powerful, it was a larger than life feeling. Who was I and what kind of mom had I become. I sat and took several deep, calming breaths before I got myself up.  

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I have found myself through the years getting entangled in drama, and negativity, gossip and  quick judgement, and it was draining the light inside me. I am not a gossipy person, nor do I see the worst in people.  I was becoming someone I wasn’t, and the negative energy was becoming mine.

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