The realization hit me when my daughter was diagnosed — it would not matter if she was 70 & I was 91 — she would always be my little girl. And whatever happened to either one of my kids would always hit me like a sucker punch because Motherhood never ends. It doesn’t magically melt away when they move out or even get married or become parents themselves. This is always your child. Always.

Self discovery in progress, stay tuned

Self discovery in progress, stay tuned