That’s the miracle of babies, their ability to lay bare the tender, beating hearts of raging assholes. — Heather Armstrong. American blogger (1975–2023)
There are certain sacred things in my life that I would never talk about. Because they are clear in my head, I can walk freely around the opposite side. I keep them completely separate in my mind.
This is part of the essence of motherhood, watching your kid grow into her own person and not being able to do anything about it. Otherwise children would be nothing more than pets.
Keep writing. Keep doing it and doing it. Even in the moments when it's so hurtful to think about writing.