I am no one’s parent.
The closest I’ve come to giving birth is when I had a laparotomy in 2004 and the nurse who removed my staples asked me “what did you have (boy or girl)?” She was shocked when I said “ten cysts.”
I do not know the kind of love, joy, and pain that comes with being a parent.
This is a great post from a fellow blogger... As it turns out, "Mean Girls" is more than just a movie.
We are too hard on ourselves and eachother...
Thanks for sharing my post! Rock on.
Not something I do often…’twas very well deserving.
Absolutely. Being a mom is a hard job filled with insecurity. One way to deal with insecurity is to acknowlege it for what it is and move on. Another way is to point that insecurity out at others in judgement forming a protective barrier around ourselves. Reality is none of us have it all together. And thats ok!
She really did hit the nail on the head… Remarkable and objective! I couldn’t have said it better and I AM one. ( a mom) Guess it goes to show other women see it too…