Ten years ago… I was holding my new baby daughter, Moriah, just 4 months old; bright, pink, grateful that she finally was over her colicky behavior that kept us up night and day. A bright, sunny morning. We had the first appointment of the day for her wellness check-up at the pediatrician. She and I exchanged smiles as we waited alone together for the doctor. Feeling her warmth close to me, I held my pure, precious first child.
Ten years later… My ten-year-old is striking and tall, with her wild dark curly hair pulled up high in a side pony tail. A young rock-star in the making…. READ MORE ON OUR PARENTING LENS BLOG
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