How Baby

I’ve mostly gotten over the hormonal weirdness where you find yourself crying at the drop of a hat. Mostly. There’s still one thing that can get me.

It’s been a bit of a ride, this past year or so, with getting Momo adjusted to school (and getting school adjusted to her, thank goodness for her extremely competent team of teachers, aides, counselors, etc.), but we’re getting more good days than bad ones now. And I guess it’s noticeable, because as we’re steering out of it I’ve been getting some really heartfelt comments from people who know her, and it’s just like… please… please don’t tell me I did good… it’s too raw and hurting still, I’m too vulnerable in my squishy scared mom bits, I completely lose my carefully maintained facade of chill.