When I talk about my daughter and not politics, the economy, social justice or the Kardashians, it’s not to brag or boast, it’s not to seek accolades or to stave off judgement, nor is it prove my worth or value or exemplary achievements as a mother, and it’s certainly not to bore you to death.
When I talk about my daughter and her eating, sleeping, playing, pooping, screaming, giggling, crying, bathing, falling, teething, not crawling, almost walking & drooling habits, it’s my verbal way of accepting, understanding, recording, acknowledging, proving, and honoring that ALL of THIS is happening, right now, all the time, constantly, to me.
If I didn’t talk about all of this and all of her, I don’t think I would believe it myself.
