Tag: coping

My eyes snap open. My nine-year-old starts his day asking Alexa how to build Lego structures. “MOM, I NEED TO EAT.” My four-year-old shouts. My head sinks into my pillow. I sigh,  a deep billow released. The day trudges on like the one before and the one before and the one before. I’m a statue at the kitchen sink, water streaming out the faucet. Sun… Continue reading Motherhood