No matter how big children get, they never fully outgrow “firsts.” Neither do parents.
Anxiety & Depression
Miller and I made it home from our trip to Connecticut. He’s flown about a gajillion times, but it’s the first time we’ve flown together just the two of us. It’s also a feat akin to childbirth. Just ask my anxiety. The trip out was rough, and I don’t mean turbulence. By the time we departed from Midway, I was questioning my decision. After a couple of days of quality mother-son/cousin/family time, I’m thinking it was all worth it…
I’m in the middle of something here. I’ve had a total and complete commode moment happen, and I can’t yet tell you how it’s a good thing, because I’m still in the middle of it – in the waiting period. I’ve never written an installment during this stage of the turnaround, until now.