I think at some point we go through a phase where we feel we can handle just about anything, and I mean anything. Let me explain. Last week I became the proud mother of a teenager and as annual tradition in our household dictates, we sat down to go through the family albums. My children and I sat and 'oohed' and 'aahed' over the photographs of both the children at various stages in life, from the hospital nursery onwards. Floods of memories came gushing into my head and I suddenly remembered some stories that had me asking myself what on earth was I thinking at that time. I clearly remember...
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