“My daughter was crawling by nine months. She was walking one month later and running by her first birthday.” “Mine too” another momma responded. I was sitting in a mall play area as a group of mothers talked about the timing of their kiddos big milestones. I smiled and nodded appropriately. My 18 month old daughter stood by me, holding both my hands. I wanted to share my story with these sweet mommas but something was holding me back. I didn’t want to tell them about my daughter’s struggles. Or mine. I didn’t want them to judge me. I didn’t want to tell them how I sometimes judged myself.

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