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My son and I were sitting together, absorbing a quiet moment, when breaking the silence he looked at me and said, “I’m complicated.”  Then, without pause he smiled a lopsided grin, dimples and all, reminding me of our early days together when he was a newborn.  From the beginning, he was a quiet spirit with large, brown eyes that seemed wise and joyful with long, gangly limbs that dangled at endearingly, lazy angles.  We have grown together, he has been a constant companion as I have journeyed through Motherhood.  Patient with my fumbles and forgiving of my faults, I look at him with pride for who he is and gratitude that he is a part of my every day.  For me, it isn’t complicated at all.

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