I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.

I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.
We’re not supposed to talk about these moments. We’re supposed to pretend they don’t happen and hide them behind our shiny social media accounts.
I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”
A voice in my head whispered, “Why did you do that? What do you know about babies?”
No one has to validate your happiness. You just have to feel it.
My son is not a worst-case-scenario. He’s the realest human being I’ve ever met.
I have a lot to do. I’m thinking about it now as I write this.
Although rarely talked about, it’s one of the strangest parts of parenting.
Could you still get up, move forward, and grow?
Here’s the twist. I don’t wonder that.
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