There is this flooding mix of emotions when you start to watch your child, realizing that she isn't all yours.
I recall the early days of first-time parenthood with a vividness that my brain reserves for very few experiences … probably because it was so overwhelmingly hellish.
"Last week I coached students on interviewing and professionalism with breast milk on my skirt."
Just because I’m a mom, that doesn't mean I’m immune to rudeness and cruelty, especially from the child I love more than anything.
"As a mom rushing home to her child, I wasn't just annoyed with the bus — I was stressed out by my commute."
And what better place to start than the most magical place on Earth?