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Fun resolve

I began this journal when I first found out I was pregnant. I had no way of knowing what kind of road was ahead of me.  I could never have known just how hard it would be and how equally delightful it is.

Being a parent has challenged every preconception I ever had about parenting. All the "rules and "ideals" were quickly thrown out of the window and many short sharp lessons were learned.

Every day is a lesson.  A lesson in my son, a lesson in family dynamics, a lesson in responsibility, and a lesson in life. I cant predict what each day will bring and I can't promise I will enjoy all my lessons. But I do know each lesson is full of unquestionable love, even through dark days and the occasional tear of my own.

As 2018 gets ready for autumn I find myself thinking about the challenges yet to come.

The future is full of promise. I promise to continue being the best parent that I can. I know I won't be perfect but I will always do what I think is right and I'll try to learn from my mistakes. I promise to be a fun parent but keep my son safe from harm. I'll do whatever it takes to give him happy memories and a happy childhood. I promise to try my hardest to help him make the right choices. I promise to be the best version of myself so that I can give him everything he needs.

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