A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.
A year ago today, Brooks was twenty-eight days old. I was twenty-eight days into motherhood. Twenty-eight days into the biggest change of my life. Twenty-eight days into a life of unpredictability, heart-wrenching emotion and exuberant joy. Twenty-eight days. Brooks was so little. Everything was so new. I was so lost. Postpartum depression, sleep deprivation…
Whether you win or lose, you wine.
Almost an hour had passed and I managed three bites of food out of my son. I tried everything. Toys. Distractions. Puffs. Oh the puffs! Nothing was getting him to eat what I had prepared for him. He was fussy. I was fussy. The day needed to end. It was 7:30 in the morning. My…