How I Became a Better Mom

This spring, I met one of those mothers. You know the kind. The kind that make you feel wholly inadequate as a mother. It all went down at our public library, where my oldest daughter Ada was enjoying a weekly story time. This mother also had a four-year-old daughter in story time, about Ada’s age, as well as a second daughter, a little older than second, Mya....more
Thanks for this! I'm really working on not comparing myself to other mothers, but it is so hard. ...more