The Not So Obvious, Obvious.

They will only be this small, once. Never again. The room, the mess, the stain, the tears, the boo boos, and constant thirst, and then they will be, adults. And you have already molded something in them. Something that will be there, without their knowing at times. Sometimes, all I can see, as a mother,Continue reading “The Not So Obvious, Obvious.”