Let me be honest here. I was never one of those perfect moms you see out at the park that make motherhood look completely effortless. You know who I’m talking about – the freshly showered, perfectly pony-tailed, fresh-faced moms with the blissfully silent, perfectly clean baby in tow, probably wrapped around them in some fashionable sling.
Apparently those kind of moms do, in fact, exist.
Me? I’m not one of them. I’m the mom hiding in the corner with the toddler who has the sloppy, lopsided pig tails and a milk mustache while she is hanging from my leg. Continue reading