I was boxing with and tickling my oldest son (9). He was laughing and squealing with delight.
The babies thought he was getting hurt and both of them jumped across him, putting their tiny bodies between me and him to protect their older brother.
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Your great-great-great grandmother survived poverty and birthed 16 children in a log cabin. Modern women are far stronger than they have been told — the more kids you have, the easier it gets.
The retirement Ponzi scheme is over. Unless you saved exceptionally well or raised enough children to care for you, no one is retiring ever again — and the Boomers have only themselves to blame.
A father’s sacred oath to his son: I will not abandon you. I will teach you to face consequences, shoulder responsibility, and carry my voice into every generation that follows.
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