{"id":2768,"date":"2011-10-14T10:35:23","date_gmt":"2011-10-14T10:35:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.com\/?p=2768"},"modified":"2011-10-14T10:35:23","modified_gmt":"2011-10-14T10:35:23","slug":"seventeen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.runquiltknitwrite.net\/?p=2768","title":{"rendered":"Seventeen"},"content":{"rendered":"

17<\/span><\/h1>\n

My little girl has grown up. Yesterday she turned 17. She’s tall, willowy, quiet and sensible, seems to know where she’s heading and is a joy to be around. We seem to have slipped by the terrible teenage years with ease. Maybe there is worse to come, but somehow I don’t think so.<\/p>\n

17 years.<\/p>\n

I mean, 17 years!<\/p>\n

Such a long time, but it seems to have passed by in the twinkling of an eye. It’s only moments ago since I took her to her first day at kindergarten and now in less than a year she will be an adult and in under two years she’ll be finished school and will be making her way in the world.<\/p>\n

I can’t believe how quickly the years have run by. Seventeen years of being at home and caring and watching three children grow. Seventeen years of ups and downs, routines and emergencies. Seventeen years of trying to create a secure, calm loving home. Seventeen years of giving children the best start in life I can. Seventeen years since I left corporate life to embark upon a whole new adventure – one that has given me more fulfilment, more heartaches, more sleepless nights than everything that came before.<\/p>\n

I wouldn’t swap those years for the world.<\/p>\n

Thank you to my daughter (and her sister and brother) for enriching my life more than you can imagine. Thank you for helping make me the person I have become. A better person I hope, a happier one, for sure.<\/p>\n

I love being your mum!<\/p>\n

Helen<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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