I’ll never forget the time I was in a coffee shop in Brooklyn, carrying my first son, Jack as a baby on my chest in an Ergo. I was getting a coffee and couldn’t figure out how to drink it without getting it on his head.
(Don’t you worry, I have since mastered this delicate and important skill).
I was dealing with sleep deprivation and really wanted that coffee but wasn’t prepared to navigate sharing my body with this little being. I was also navigating an inner dialogue of shame for needing that coffee and feared being judged by others. That fear of judgment lives deep in my bones and I have often found myself shrinking to make others comfortable. This unhealed part of me only increased once I became a mother.
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