Becoming.
It's been a while, folks. It's been several years, a couple of kids, a pandemic, several therapists, a few different rounds of meds, a size or two up and then down and then up again. This isn't a comeback; it's more of a "hey, I'm still here" sort of thing. ( My fingers are already cramping. I guess we'll have to get them used to typing again. ) I'm still a flight attendant . I'm still married. I'm still a mom . I'm still a person. ( Funny how that last one was almost an afterthought ). I had this thought today, while driving back from Costco. I had forgotten to take the bulky double stroller out of my trunk so there were groceries piled up in every space that didn't have a small person in it. I was holding a pumpkin pie on my lap, trying to meditate my way out of the panic coming over me as both toddlers screamed and fought in the backseat and reaching for my Mocha Freeze from the food court (a small luxury I thought befitting a ...