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Humility: Your Child’s Gift to You


It's early – even the birds are cranky at this hour. I've been awake for 10 minutes, and I have already stripped the vomit-soaked crib sheet, thrown it into the wash, and nearly finished bathing my feverish toddler. He's screaming, trying to climb out of the tub, and yelling for the waffle he's supposed to be eating instead of being subjected to the torture of bath time.