My son Brookes is 17 today. That make me 17 years into my journey as a mom. Normally, I’m not a big fan of the word “journey”– to new age-y for me– but motherhood definitely qualifies a trip. No doubt it’s an ongoing series of stops and starts, detours, flat tires, questionable food, questionable directions, forks in the road, curves and twists and lots of great stretches of open highway. Thanks for the ride, Brookesy.
Embracing my Chaos,