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You Judgers You

It may perhaps be because I spent the weekend with a luverly bunch of mothers or perhaps its just because I'm addicted to this site but I decided to check out today's Momversation only to find it taught me something about my mother.

Do You Judge Young Mothers? | Momversation

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My mom was so "lucky" to spend her 20s with me as a child and her 30s with me as a teenager. Being a woman who has now been through my 20s and creeping into my 30s, I have even more love and adoration for her. I mean, I know I'm fun, but MORE fun than a karaoke room? Actually, I suppose they may give you a similar experience...

But I digress. Because the point of today is my respect for my mom got even LARGER and even I didn't think that was possible when I considered the possibility that being a young mother may have actually been quite a lonely place.

I remember she said she relished 30 because by then, she was a mother of 4 and was just happier to be taken a bit more seriously because of her age.

So, I suppose it's a bit early for Mother's Day, but I think I'm sending this one out to her and all young mothers who are braver then most to take on this challenge. I raise many glasses to you.

And today, as the my family joke goes, I guess I'm the favourite.

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