For the moms who batttle sleepless nights, busy days and no time alone, I see you. This poem is written for you.
The book is beautiful! The matte finish is so smooth and soft, and the wide format is lovely for holding while sipping tea or juggling a baby.
Sometimes the image in the mirror does not reflect the person you remember and the person looking back at you isn’t remotely familiar. In fact, mothering has changed you, given you gifts of longsuffering evident in your stretchmarks and wrinkles, unplucked eyebrows and the constant concern in your eyes. Embrace this woman. She needs a hug.