“Are you going back to work once your son goes to school? Or will you wait for both to be in school?” Stop. Just stop asking.
I saw you in line on IKEA Sunday night. You were watching my husband and I interact with our children. I worried you were judging me.
My children take melatonin. Every. Single. Night. We refer to their nightly doses as their “meds.” As in, “Are you ready to brush your teeth, or do you still need your meds?”
I have always loved The Velveteen Rabbit, to the point where I decorated my baby’s nursery with illustrations from a paperback version I bought expressly for tearing it apart.
I was seven when it happened; roughly the same age as my kids are now. I got lost at the zoo. And I’m still traumatized by it.