Sometimes I shudder when I recall how completely paralyzed I was by anxiety.
How it ruled the way I mothered… how it threatened to rule the way I loved.
And then, days like today, I smile to think how much I’ve kicked it in the ass since last fall.
Because the me last fall would NEVER take her kid to the craft store, let him pick out 3 full bottles of non-washable paint, and then come home and actually let him use it.
Boy, the me last fall was really missing out.
This kid can paint a seriously beautiful wooden box.