But sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again.
Back in the days before these two disasters graced my life I was that girl.
The stupid girl who criticized parents for their bad ass kids. The naive girl who thought women who had abortions were selfish. The way too sheltered girl who thought life was a piece of pie and that everyone who complained should just go get a fucking job.
I am not proud of that girl. I am not her anymore.
Today, I’d like to think of myself not only as an ok mom trying her best but as a compassionate, empathetic woman. A woman who realizes that the world is much bigger than her little house in the ghetto, much bigger than just her kids, much much bigger than her personal battles.
I don’t judge anymore, I understand. If I don’t understand, I keep trying.
I’d like to think that I’m making a difference and hope that my girls grow up in a world less judgey and more lovey.