It’s been almost a year since my green-eyed, redheaded little boy made me a mama. From the exhausting months of newborn cries and snuggles to the giggles and tantrums of the late baby stage, this journey has grown me in so many ways. Just as I might have predicted, one theme keeps coming up over and over again: control.
I quickly fell into one of the sneakiest traps of motherhood: the belief that everything my child is, does, and says is within my control and therefore my responsibility.