Sometimes it just feels super hard to be an adult. No matter how old I get, I still have moments where I want to cry to my mum. And I am 50. My goodness, it certainly does not get any easier!
Life is a collection of traumas, big and small, and I suppose the interesting part of it is how it hammers out an individual’s character.
As I always say to my kids – it is our scars that make us whole. Who would we be without the bumps in the road we travel upon in this journey called life? How boring would it be, indeed?!
The Little Gold Fox 
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