I’m a bad mother. I can’t get my stuff together, yadda yadda yadda you know how I am. I’m so sorry’ Pointing to my two children I had no one else. She smiled at me and said, Sit down. I let out a big sigh and sat down and wanted to cry. She said, you’re not a bad mother, you know how I can tell. Because of all the things you’ve just said.
