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I took a break from writing. It was a break that I didn't know I needed but it kind of happened naturally. A few months ago, my son Desmond lovingly counseled me on how much attention I have been paying to my phone. He was right. My head was down too often enough for him to notice. I can't let that happen again. These moments with my babies are too precious and fragile. I definitely need to HANDLE WITH CARE.
So with that being said, I am back but I am going to exercise a little more balance. I love writing but sometimes I get too needy. I turn into the clingy girlfriend with it. I also started getting obsessed with gaining followers and popularity with the media spectators. I wanted people to really enjoy my blog as much as I do (and I wanted to make a little money too. Shoot). I can't worry myself about it. That will take a backseat. My children come first. I am going to be more cautious this time around. I will find a balance. I have been humbled.
I truly appreciate parenthood for that simple fact....it humbles you. My kids tell me about myself. It could be in a vocal sense but I often get told off through their actions. They are a reflection of me (and daddy of course but whose writing here? 😉) and how I present myself to them. I may not get things right all the time but they didn't ask to be here so I need to consistently show them that I truly care that they are here and a part of my life. I AM HUMBLED AND THEY ARE NOT STUMBLED. It is important for them to see me make mistakes and admit to my wrongs. If I never admit to a mistake, I am stunting their growth. I REFUSE. 
The truth is in your babies. Take heed. BE HUMBLE. SIT DOWN.

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