“When the doctor came in, he spoke to me as if he didn’t believe I could possibly have my conditions. I told him my bones, particularly my patellas, needed support and I’d prefer if we didn’t check those, but he insisted. He pushed my kneecaps to the side and then said ‘oops’ as he easily dislocated one.”
“I poured everything into my salon and my family as a way to avoid my pain. My clients would compliment me on my ‘beautiful smile.’ My thoughts were, ‘If they only knew what was inside my head.’”
“My child ended up on the floor in a fit because they demanded a cookie for breakfast and I wouldn’t give in. One of my children needed to ‘go poopy’ on the way out. The toddler thought it was funny to hide and couldn’t be found for over ten minutes.”
“I told myself I’d stay single, just roll with things. Doesn’t God just laugh when we make plans?! Rather quickly, we were pregnant…both of us were 38! He had 2 kids already and so did I, what in the world were we going to do?!”
“She helps you, calms you, laughs with you in the chaos, and comforts you while you cry. Because she’s been through it.”
“I began to have dreams viewing life in my absence, being forced to watch my son struggle to make sense of his alcoholic mother. A mother who could never get sober. Those dreams changed something inside of me.”
“Cellulite, stretch marks, saggy bellies. Look at all it has done for them. It brought them into this world, made magic happen, and has become their home. It’s time we love our bodies back.”
“That glorious thump, thump, thump wafting through the room is a moment I will never forget. Not only was this the first time we made it far enough to hear a heartbeat, but we also got to hear two!”
“‘Why do only adoption families have to go through all the parenting classes?’ It was intrusive and exhausting. I was excited about the adoption process and the end result of having grown our family, but I was stressed and overwhelmed.”
“The cake I wanted was $180. But kids don’t care about designer s**t. They don’t care about the cost of an expensive cake vs a cake I made. They care about me. The memories I make. Screw the designer life, our kids just want us. Just us.”
