“You’ll be a good mom,” I was told. “You’re good with kids.” I thought so too. I was confident. Collected. Loved babysitting. Fought to hold babies at church. I started bathing a friend’s baby on my own when I was 10...
I’m a child’s worst nightmare. I’m the “No Mom”. I’m not the “Middle-of-the-Road Mom. And I’m definitely not the cool “Yes Mom”! I am the spoilsport, the fun killer and the hard, cold, “No Mom”. I say no to playing in...