There may be nothing fairly just like the countless issues and built-up fear that comes from being a momma. Now that my oldest is driving, my anxious coronary heart has hit a complete new stage, and lots of days, it comes with some quite large feelings. Simply yesterday, my daughter got here to me asking if I might put the college sticker on her automotive to have the ability to park within the pupil car parking zone. I might have sworn she requested me that in her candy little 5-year-old voice. As I managed to clumsily add that sticker to her windshield within the blazing Texas warmth, flashbacks and recollections started to flood my thoughts. Then, that each one too acquainted and uncomfortable feeling came to visit me, bringing on misty eyes and a tinge of terror. Two extra years till she’s off to varsity, it loudly declared, as if it have been audible! Earlier than I knew it, I had punctured a tiny gap in that car parking zone sticker and rapidly turned a sizzling mess, actually and figuratively. Ugh.
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