It’s okay to go to you if you’re crying.
It’s okay to spend my night cradling you in my arms.
It’s okay to feed you when you wake up hungry.
Dear Joelle,
The last sixteen months have been the hardest months of my life. While I’ve always been a worrier, nothing could have prepared me for the gauntlet of anxiety that is having a child. The bad news is that some of this anxiety, this propensity of mine to be…
