A few days ago my youngest looked at me and said, “Mama, I want to be just like you.” Although I thought this was quite sweet, I replied with, “Thanks sweetie, but I want you to be you. Not anyone else but yourself.” Continue reading
Some days I’m exhausted.
Some days I lose my voice from having to repeat myself a gajillion times.
Some days I question if I was really meant to be a mom.
Some days I want to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry my eyes out. Continue reading