As we say goodbye to July and awake to August in the morning, I’m thinking of how as the summer comes to a close we often feel like it was incomplete. Maybe there were things we’d hoped to do or accomplish that never happened. Maybe we’d set expectations
There is no perfect, ideal, and cohesive road for motherhood, only the twist and turns of the “figure it out yourself” sort... Was I ever a fully-fledged person before I had my children? Why yes, of course I was… I had a life and it was a great one –...
