Oof.

Being a mom is something I’m super duper proud of. I love my children more than I love myself (which is probably unhealthy but it is what it is).

Handling their heartbreaks is one of the toughest things I’ve had to endure with them. Do I give advice? Do I try to see both sides of the situation? Do I turn into an angry woman because someone has wronged my (not-so-little) boy?

No.

I give hugs. I let them know I’m here if they want to talk. When they are ready to talk, I give some advice, even if it hurts, I love them harder… and I feed him, because apparently he hasn’t eaten in two days.

Chinese food helps. So does Ice Cream.