The truth of the matter is that, as a Mom, I worked myself out of a job. 

They will always need my love.  And I theirs.  But they don’t need me.  And there is a grief there that is true.  Over the loss of identity.

I don’t regret building my life around them.  If I had it to do over again, I wouldn’t change a thing.   But it's time to both acknowledge the impact I've had on my kids and to pick a new focus.

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