It’s been a great and growing week for me. I’d string a green bead for just about every day this week.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, flash back to this story from Baddest Mother Ever, “A Blue Bead for Boston.”
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It’s been a great and growing week for me. I’d string a green bead for just about every day this week.
Having a nearly 6-month old, I feel like every day is green… But I also feel like I need another color (black? Gray? Rainbow) for the swirling utter (hormonal?) physical, mental, and emotional exhaustion that come with motherhood. I had a challenging week, but I don’t think it was exactly red or blue… Perhaps I think of growing as being an easy(ish) thing and sometimes it’s not.
Maybe white? Just clear? I hear you!