What it Means to Not Judge
I put my four boys to bed alone while my husband is away, and out of bad habit, I turn on my phone. I lay in bed in the dark, exhausted and a little defeated, and I go to Facebook for somewhere to zone out.
There I see where very dear ones to me have posted an illustration of a girl looking down at her tummy. She’s pregnant and thinking, “My mother’s going to kill me,” and then (somehow) the baby is thinking, too, “My mother is going to kill me.”
but that’s not even the point of my writing here.
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