This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.
He’ll get it. I know he will. He’s done it before. He’ll do it again.
I guess the house ate them.
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
They’re looking down on me with a smile or making my ears ring from afar.
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