"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
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"She and her husband Rob (who is a paraplegic) recently received an eviction notice at their apartment and have been living off of cheese. She also recently lost her job due to Covid."
Tonight I mowed my yard with my almost two-year-old on my hip. Why? Because she was not taking no for an answer and being a single mom of four I didn’t have a choice.
"If abortion is legal in the first trimester and the second trimester, then the next step is, why not the third trimester? Why not right after they're born?"
“I just tried to plead with her and plead with her and just talk to her about it and see what I could do, but in the end, there was nothing I could do to change her mind.”
From that day onward, this strange brew of feelings will remain inside you — because every single one of your youngest child’s firsts will also be your lasts.
