So keep the messy bun. Keep the stained shorts. Keep kneeling on that rug. You aren't just "Buddy's Mom." You are his whole sky.
One day, that boy won’t need you to put the band-aid on. He’ll do it himself. One day, he’ll stop calling you "Mommy" in public and switch to a curt "Mom." One day, you’ll miss the sticky handprints on the sliding glass door. buddy's mom2015
October 26, 2023
Dear 2015 Me,
Stop worrying if you’ve lost yourself. You haven’t. You’re just expanding. So keep the messy bun