My Time Belongs To Both Of Us

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There were so many nights toward the end of my pregnancy when I was somewhat propped-up on a pile of pillows on the couch. If I dared try to lie down, the acid reflux flared up with a vengeance. So I just sat there, half-asleep and half-awake.

I'll never forget all the mornings that I sat with my newborn baby boy sound asleep on my chest. I cherished that time even if it meant that I didn't get to sleep. I'd just sit there and listen to him breathe because I knew those moments were fleeting.

So many times in the first few weeks and months of my son's life, people asked if I needed anything – a babysitter, a few hours to myself, maybe even a break of sorts. And each and every time, I said no thanks. “I can't get this time back, I told them.”

Kids grow up too quickly and it seems like they become young men and women in the blink of an eye. Do you remember the country song from a few years back by Kenny Chesney? It's so true! “Don't Blink.” Where does the time go?

One mom wrote about how her child can take her time and I totally agree. After all, they're only little for so long. You're definitely going to want to check it out on the next page.

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