I look at my 6 year old now and find it hard to imagine not having my heart fill with love when I look at him. Truth be told, it wasn't always this way.
Like most humans on this earth, I wanted to find love. As a young girl, I didn’t know what that meant exactly but I knew I wanted to find my Prince Charming. I wanted to be in love.
There is no “right” age to stop believing in Santa. It’s an individual thing. That being said, I think I was way too old when I found out Santa wasn’t real. My mom had to pull me aside at age 12 to tell me the news.
Depression is being in the ocean.
My middle son is…a challenge. I thought I had this motherhood thing down to a science until he came along. Little E (as I call him) is an old soul that seems to see the world like an adult would. He is pretty cynical. I have no idea where he gets that from. It’s me, he gets it from me.