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8 things I learned in 2011

Every year comes with new experiences that I'm supposed to learn from. This year was no exception. (It was my first complete year as a mother and I became a someone's wife) The only difference was that I had a new teacher. She's about 2 1/2 feet tall and she calls me "Ma-ma." With her help, I'm a few steps closer to adulthood...hopefully.

Here goes:

1. The only person a grudge really hurts is the person who's holding it.

2. You can become indifferent to smell of poop...but not puke. Blech.

3. Forgiving doesn't mean forgetting. But, I'm moving on.

4. Don't be so quick to judge the parents of a toddler throwing a tantrum. Isabel has shown me that sometimes it doesn't matter what I do. She has other plans and they don't involve being quiet.

5. Some people are never going to grow up. Age does not necessarily equal wisdom.

6. My Mother is an amazing woman. I knew this before, of course, but am constantly reminded when I see her in action as a Grandmother.

7. (With #3) Some people are apparently immune to Karma. We do, in fact, live in a world where cheaters sometimes win.

8. I am a truly blessed woman.

Imagine what I'll know this time next year.

My little Buddha.










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