On Feeling Inadequate as a Parent

As I watch my sweet oldest boy turn more and more into what some might call an angsty teenager – I recall mySelf at his age.

Not so long ago, I was his age….and not long after that, I was pregnant and giving birth to him.

I was 18 the year he was born. ┬áThe only child of only children, I’d never been around kids, never babysat.

I only ever held a baby once, briefly and awkwardly, before I held my own precious child.

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