She’s my child. All my child. Some things I’m glad I passed on to her. Her orneriness, her sly smile when she’s up to something, even her never ending talking and busyness. But I sure wish I hadn’t given her bad dreams and sleeplessness. She woke up four
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 –...
