For My Mom
Parents aren't perfect. I think that's one of the hardest realizations for a child reaching adulthood. Your whole life these people who created you, fed you, kept you alive, and took care of you, you just assume that they have everything figured out. They're grown ups. Then you reach adulthood, maybe the same age as they were when they had you, and you realize you don't know anything, so they for sure didn't either. Then you have your own kid(s) and realize how hard it all is to juggle and figure out. And you learn more with every passing day that they were just doing the best they could. Especially your mom. Two years ago, I was in a doula training at the University of Utah. I was a little over a year postpartum. My period had been back for about 6 months with an absolute vengeance. I was filling two period cups a day on my heaviest days. During training I got up to use the restroom and realized I had bled past my cup, past my pad, through my underwear, through...