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Every time I look at my son an overwhelming sense of calm sweeps over me. The second I pick him up and hold him in my arms, and he nestles his little head in the curve of my neck, I just know that it's right. He's my son, I'm his mom, and that's the way it's meant to be. It's perfect:-)
And, of course, I'm completely terrified. I'm scared shitless because I know that I can't always be there to protect him, that he is vulnerable, that he WILL get hurt... it's horrifying. Ugh, I don't want to think about it...
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