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Dearest Reader,

I had an idea of how to introduce myself, but now that I'm typing, words seem to fail me.

My name is Ntswaki. I'm a law student and a new mom—these two aspects of my life will be the focus of most of my writing.

This is my millionth attempt at blogging. I lacked the confidence to start before, but now that my daughter, my gorgeous girl who insists on keeping me up at odd hours, is here, I can safely say that the mic is on. I have so much to share, and since I can't see my therapist at the moment and I'm avoiding the vulnerability of journaling, here we are.

It's extraordinary what one look at her does to me. For her, I have an inexplicable desire to fight my anxiety and face my fears. She makes me want to be brave and embody all the qualities I lack. I want her to be proud to call me mom, just as I am proud to call her mine. As much as this is for me, it's also all for her.

Enjoy.

All the love,
N.

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  1. AnonymousJune 12, 2024 at 7:22 AM

    ❤️❤️

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  2. AnonymousJune 12, 2024 at 10:09 AM

    You’re going to do amazing, babygirl! Can’t wait to read more.
    -N

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