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			<description><![CDATA[The Thrill of Parenthood<br /><br />   I never thought the day would come that I&#8217;d be someone&#8217;s mother. Two years and five months later it still doesn&#8217;t seem real at times. On April 16, 2012, I was blessed with a beautiful baby girl, and I named her Kyler. The feeling of seeing her face, kissing her lips, and saying her name for the first time was so unexplainable, and still is to this day. I never knew that it was possible to love someone more than I loved myself. But it&#8217;s very possible and I wouldn&#039;t&#8217;t trade it for a thing in this world.<br />   In the earlier years of her life I was super over protective of her. Id rarely let her out of my sight, unless she was with my mom. I was told I had the new baby blues and I&#8217;d get over them very soon. As Kyler started to grow, I felt like it was happening all too soon. I remember the very first time she started day care, I cried because I didn&#8217;t want to leave her. I must have called the sitter a thousand times to check on her in about a 10 hour time frame. As time went on it go easier to leave her while I went to work. <br />   Before I knew it she was turning a year old, and was on big girl status. By this time, she&#8217;d gotten some teeth, and she&#8217;d stop drinking out of a baby bottle. It was like she was becoming her own little independent person overnight.<br />   Being a full-time single parent is no easy job. There are a lot of late nights and early mornings that come along with it. Some days I want to throw the towel in and walk away, but then I&#039;m reminded every time I see her little face, that&#039;s not an option.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2014 20:50:03 +0000</pubDate>
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