There’s nothing to stop her from not only chasing after her dream, but catching up to it, grabbing the tail, and never letting go.

Believing in my capabilities as a young mother when I was only a little older than you are now was part survival instinct, part defense mechanism.

You’re a beautiful, strong, loving, capable woman whose baby/toddler/child/teen is SO lucky to have you as a mama.

Today, my children are with their father, instead of me. They are with him in the new home that he has created for himself, and them, separate from me.