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     Middle child is turning ten. She has been in this world for nearly a decade now and they have been ten of the best years of my life. I love that little girl more than anyone can possibly imagine. She is my world, as all of my children are. So when middle comes home from school crying because kids make fun of her or abandon her, it breaks my heart. As a parent, you talk your child through it and wait for things to pass, but with middle it doesn't go away. All summer she has been dreading this year. She knows that kids can tell she is different now. She knows she is different. I try to tell her that different isn't bad, it is beautiful and wonderful. But when you are ten, you don't want to stick out, all you want to do is fit in.


 
 
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     Yesterday we hit that sad point our family reaches every summer. It is marked by the husband's birthday, July 16. So, each summer everything leading up to that point is "after school is over". After July 16, is "before school starts".
    So as of today, it is all downhill, sliding into the next school year at full speed. I am bummed out. Where the hell is the summer going so fast? I swear the kids just got out of school. Now, every store I walk into there are lunch boxes and notebooks greeting me at the door. 


 
 
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     It is road trip season again. This means, if you have more than one child and you are driving more than ten feet down the road, you will hear fighting in the car. Siblings tend to find anything to pick on each other about. The husband and I can vouch for this first hand. We have also found an amazing way to combat it.


 
 
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    It is the day that comes each year. Since oldest child was in Kindergarten I would look forward to it with anticipation. This year is no different. I'm aware of the fact that I am completely insane. From Christmas until the beginning of June I cannot wait until the children are home full time. I plan crafts, board game days, reading time, and so many other bonding activities. My Pinterest board makes me look like mother of the year.