I drank too much, I talked too much (and listened too little) I danced all the time.                            I was selfish and unaware.

Then I became a mother,

and my baby got sick                                                 and I lost my mother (my only family) all in a year.

My entrance into motherhood was maybe more angst-filled than most, and came with the kind of growing pains that stung,                                                      that ached,                                                                                               that built slowly, and ebbed and flowed like labor.