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.