An Introvert and Raising Children
I loved being pregnant. The heaviness in my belly. The thought of this tiny growing thing that I could nurture just by being me. All...
I loved being pregnant. The heaviness in my belly. The thought of this tiny growing thing that I could nurture just by being me. All...
That feeling, anxious sweaty palms, as you look across a room for a familiar face. That moment of feeling lost before you find someone. ...
Instead, I was standing, hands on my hips telling a six year old girl that in the future she should probably not climb onto a chair then...