On this Mother’s Day, I want to take some time out to thank myself on behalf of my sons for all the shit I go through for them.
Ultimately, these kids did not need suspension. ‘
They need a fucking ethnic studies course.
When I was child-free, I harbored this nebulous concept that I would someday have kids. I was also much more preoccupied with trying not to get pregnant for most of my adult life thus far, so a progression to trying to become pregnant seemed…unnatural.
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