I’m Not A Mother – But I Identify As One

I haven’t chosen between a nipple or a bottle — but I have mothered my world.

Every day I’m putting out fires. Giving advice on love and relationships. Helping to ease hurt feelings. Relaying my love, hope, and support. Giving kisses and hugs. Laying out those bald, painful truths because sometimes they need to be said, even if it pains me. Read more…