Be the Mom you were made to be… A friend of mine posted something last week about how she is enjoying being a Mom for the first time because she stopped trying to be the Mom she’s not made to be. She wrote, she has accepted her house is “clean enough and she has...
I know it’s not time to think about this. But it’s time to think about this. 18 years seems like for-freaking-ever, but trust me, it’s not. The days seem endless now; all diapers, and dishes, and dry shampoo (bless you, dry shampoo). But trust me, this phase—like that...
