I want to get it right.
I want them to be happy.

I want them to express themselves however they need to.
I want them to wear whatever makes them feel good.
I want them to play with toys that hold their attention and encourage imagination.

I want them to be confident in their opinions.

Confident in their ideas.
Confident in what they like, what they wear, and the company they keep.

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I want them to delve into their interests.
I want them to explore.
I want them to make the mistakes they need to make to know what they deserve.

I want them to know how much they are loved.
I want them to feel how much they are loved.

I want them to love.

I want them to know who they are.
I want them to be who they are.
I want them to be proud of who they are.

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I want them to be happy.
I want to get it right . . . 
For them.

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Kelly Ost

I'm Kelly. I'm 34, and I'm a primary school teacher from the UK. I live in a thin, tall house with my thinnish, quite tall husband and my two beautiful boys. I love writing. As a mother, I'm a big believer in "Do what works for you."

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