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All in MOM STYLE
I’ve been in a state of clarity recently. Not transcendental meditation or a 30 day cleanse kind of thing that I recently read on goop. No. Just, clarity. Real Clarity. I don’t even know the exact words to explain it but it’s something. Something real. And honorary. And I think when we notice this moment of clarity, we need to speak up. Because even if I don’t know the exact meaning of transcendental meditation, I do know the exact meaning of transformation.
I know. It looks kinda cute. Kinda frightening. Kinda woah. And yes I know, kinda isn’t really a word. But this is parenting. And it’s kinda weird.
The thing that books don’t tell you, nor do your parents, or your friends or your boyfriends, lovers or future husbands, is that this is parenting. It’s illuminated by irony, random acts of kindness by strangers and an uncanny amount of moments worthy of cinematic entertainment like that of a Disney movie like say, Bambi.
I’m not even sure I was 3. Maybe I was almost three. Or maybe I was 4. But for some reason today, I remember it as 3. And this is how it was for me, at 3.
