I am currently entering the phase of the year where I am most reminded of the fact that my mom died. Yes, I know, every day I am reminded that she died, but as we enter spring,
7 years ago today, I gave birth to my first baby, my daughter, my whole life. I was absolutely terrified for so many reasons. For one, I had never given birth before
There is a height chart on the wall that’s never been written on. There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.
There’s a baby book on the shelf with two pages filled out. Reminding me daily I failed at that too.
There are so many things we plan to do when we have kids. So many things. And instead of focusing on the things we actually do, we focus on the things we don’t.