And then, suddenly, it was sixteen years ago that Max entered the world...
A small, wrinkly little person, who looked into the room with surprise, and hasn't stopped since.
It's also sixteen years ago that my 'being a mother' started. The shock it caused took a long time to calm down. It was a while before i enjoyed my little man being around, before it wasn't a chore to fulfil his needs. The joy of motherhood did arrive, i was very glad to notice.
It doesn't look like Max has lasting effects from the early months. He's a groovy young man, a nice guy with quirky and beautiful insights. Sixteen... Wow...
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