[first]I wasn’t prepared for that day. Those days. When they laid you in my arms. And all the days after.[/first] How does a flawed Mama raise her babies well? I didn’t know that having you would rip down walls I had carefully propped up around my heart. I wasn’t prepared for this wild love. How does an imperfect woman love her children? Imperfectly, I’m afraid. But constantly and fervently. I watch you both. Almost grown. And I miss the… Read more »
