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I’ve been struggling for some time now on finding the “me” that I used to be.  Maybe it’s a waste, maybe that person is long gone.  But who am I?  I don’t want to be defined as just another mother.  I don’t want the only topic I am capable of speaking about to be my children.  Don’t get me wrong, I love my children.  They are precious and sweet and a breathe of fresh air every day. But what about me? What about the individual inside of me that disappeared the moment my body became a vessel for new life?  It’s that very notion that I am struggling with every day.  I want the opportunity to reach that person, to give them room to grow as I have as a mother.