....when an infant accepts my outstretched arms and laughs when I make funny faces and sounds. Because, it has no expectations. More so, because, I know that I cannot influence it. So when a baby, even for a moment, smiles at me, it is smiling at that minute, small, imperceptible innocence that is left in me.
Isn't it like that knows like?
The Mess of Being Mom
I want to change the way I speak to my children. In the silence, I am suffocated by the guilt of making every day of their morning a bad one...
