Do you ever have a random search term pop into your head late at night, one that feels like a key to a forgotten lock? That happened to me last week. I found myself typing a strange string of words into an old hard drive search bar:
I wasn’t looking for a person named Buddy. I was looking for me .
So keep the messy bun. Keep the stained shorts. Keep kneeling on that rug. You aren't just "Buddy's Mom." You are his whole sky.
With so much love, The 2023 You If you have a photo from 2015 (or any year) where you felt invisible, tired, or just labeled as "X's mom" or "Y's dad," dig it up. Look at it again. You aren't looking at a faded parent. You’re looking at a superhero in yoga pants.
Do you ever have a random search term pop into your head late at night, one that feels like a key to a forgotten lock? That happened to me last week. I found myself typing a strange string of words into an old hard drive search bar:
I wasn’t looking for a person named Buddy. I was looking for me .
So keep the messy bun. Keep the stained shorts. Keep kneeling on that rug. You aren't just "Buddy's Mom." You are his whole sky.
With so much love, The 2023 You If you have a photo from 2015 (or any year) where you felt invisible, tired, or just labeled as "X's mom" or "Y's dad," dig it up. Look at it again. You aren't looking at a faded parent. You’re looking at a superhero in yoga pants.
