Love the S### Outta Them

I still remember the days (and nights) when the cries never stopped.

My stepson will know that my love has and always will be unconditional. He will also know that he never needed to call me mom for that love to last forever.

There’s a secret that I already knew but needed to fully sink into my brain. My husband thinks I’m sexy. With “flaws.” With scars. All of me.

Finding your tribe in motherhood can be tough.  

We can’t place them in our program or wire them a certain way. Sometimes, we forget that we’re wired the same way. We forget: that’s our little human right there.