No number of days is enough to erase the deaths of innocent children who had mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters who loved them. No amount of time is enough to forget the violent state we’re living in.
How would I tell him that classrooms are a place for books and not for bullets? How would I tell him that kids can become angels, too—as heavy as that thought may be to fathom?
I know what it’s like to constantly wonder whether you’re doing right by your child, whether you’re giving them the space to be who they are while also teaching them to respect the world around them.
"For me, it’s meant the risk of long-term immobility because my Symphis Pubis is at risk of rupture and I can no longer walk. It means another four and a half months minimum of immobility to go. If the SP ruptures it could mean further more extreme long term disability, loss of mobility, incontinence and need for surgical intervention."
If there’s anything that motherhood has taught me, it’s that what they say about blinking is really true. The next milestones and changes and seasons of parenting come before you are ready for them to.
As hard as it is to be the default parent, many of us find it just as difficult to relinquish control. Sometimes, we resent the fact that we’re the ones making all the decisions for our family, yet we don’t let anybody else make them.
When I became a mother, my goal was to let my children know they had the freedom to be who they were and that their mom would never turn her back on them.
