I have learned so much…about addiction, about love, about my husband, about myself, about forgiveness and acceptance and everything in between.
I asked my husband to handle the teeth brushing, the book reading, the cuddling. He needs interaction; I need to be alone.
Despite the empty pit in my heart that took up residence when my baby sister died, I feel as though I am “seeing” her every morning when the sun comes up when that little voice calls my name from her crib.
It is often difficult to see my way through the murky waters of motherhood guilt.
I drove home from work determined to go about life as usual. From the depths of my soul, I yearned for status quo. I took the exact same route, parked my car in the very same spot, and walked directly to the mailbox, as usual. There were two pieces of mail that day: a free sample of Carefree maxi pads and a gossip magazine featuring pregnant starlets. I sank to the ground, perched on the curb, and melted into hysterics. The universe was conspiring against me, mocking me from afar.
By Larissa Peluso-Fleming. I fell deeply, unabashedly, crazily in love for the first time when I was 15.