The Night My Mom Didn’t Come for Me

“Now that I’m a mother, I look to my own kids and wonder,

what do I do when you start to break away from me,

peeling off like bark from a tree?

Do I trust you to know your moment?

Do I trust myself to know it?”

I didn’t mean the first lie I ever told. I didn’t know what I was asking for. Click the picture to read the rest of the story on Her View From Home.

 *Thinking out loud with Amanda.

What’s the first lie you ever told?

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