He’s 10 years old. I’ve been a mom for an entire decade. I have to type that and repeat it over and over in my head in order to believe it. When he was born I knew the sort of mom I wanted to be. I prepped my shoulder for him to cry on, I bought heaps… Read more »
“Roman, tomorrow is your birthday. We can do anything you want. We can go get ice cream? I can make you a special dinner? Anything.” Roman sat there thinking while I bombarded him with questions marveling that I was about to watch my number two turn 5. “I want a chocolate cake and I want… Read more »
