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The simple sentiments that I shared with my sons the first day that I dropped them off at preschool.

I envy people like my husband who, as soon as their head hits the pillow, fall asleep.

“Look everyone, a boy with a ponytail.”

It is incredibly easy to get lost in the abyss of parenting advice out there.

Regrets can be futile, uninspiring, pessimistic. If only, I wish, I should have.

Nearly two years later, and those words still ring in my ears every day. 

I don’t. I am honest and open about it.

There is no better sound than my children laughing, even if it is at my own expense.

It all started on our wedding day – we were reminded that it was time to get cracking on that baby making.

Where do I begin? This is my daughter. She’s “retarded”.