In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
I was there yesterday. I will be there tomorrow.
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.
It’s our favorite trip. Other people might not get it, but we do.
What do you do, after that entire expensive day of magic, when they scream out “shut your mouth” in a crowded Macaroni Grill?
I don’t like that Justin Bieber.
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