She wanted me to pick this flower for her. She spied it atop a big tree, adorned with hundreds of beautiful camellias. She said it was the most beautiful flower she’d ever seen, none of the others would do. It’s a bit like the way I feel about her.
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 –...
