My Kids Taught Me How to Live

As a mother, spending days at home with my six-, four-, and two-year old often felt like an unending cycle of diapers, tantrums, and cries for help. But over time I started to see that in the midst of caring for them, in the midst of helping them grow and mature, I was changing. Now, three years later, I can look back with gratitude and list some of the ways my kids helped me grow up. --Amy Julia Becker

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