"I internally went from 0 to 100 real quick. My child is one of only 2 black children in a class of 23. Being transparent, I immediately went to the 'why is my black son being put on the front line?' (Just being real)"
"Mentally and emotionally, I was slowly killing myself. I loved my children, and I loved doing things for them, but what they really needed was a mom who wasn’t stressed out most of the time."
"I turned her over and she was blue. I went to see if her belly was moving, to see if she was breathing, and she wasn’t breathing. It was very, very scary. It was terrifying.”
Being a grown-up sucks. But hiding isn’t much fun either. So Friday, I decided on a middle ground. I was going to spend my day living as if I were a child.
