Eating my feelings, Part 1
I cried several times last week. I admitted this to my mom’s “support group” but rather than affirming my experience (as I was expecting) I heard crickets. I thought being a mom meant we all had a hard time and then talked about it. I can’t be the only mom who cries sometimes…right? On Wednesday I made it to mama and baby yoga (win!). The class was lovely and I felt calm and grounded despite a mid-class tantrum from The Beast. Afterwards, a few moms…
