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.