He looked at me from under a windshield wiper of blond hair tossed side to side as he scribbled on squares of copy paper. His gaze met mine when we both realized I was watching him. I smiled at his mom, owing her an explanation for staring at the pair beside me in the bagel shop. I couldn’t help it; ... View Post

But I’m not THAT mom! kept running through my head. I don’t do smocked dresses or big hair bows. I don’t sew. I barely BRUSH MY CHILDREN’S HAIR half the time for glory’s sake. How can I be a “girl mom” when I’m not even that girly? A picture of stair-step girls all in a row with matching dresses and ... View Post

I knew from the minute that he was born, I'd have to begin the process of letting go and sharing him with the world. But the world doesn’t love him like I do. They don’t know him like I do. They won’t treat him like I do. What will I do then? How will I protect him from the kind of pain that the ... View Post