The Day I Learned I’m Not a Perfect Mom

I wish I could say it was the day I mixed the colors and whites together in the laundry and all of our white socks and underwear had a tinge of blue on them.

I wish I could say it was the week I was too tired to cook dinner, leaving us to eat fast food every single night and experiencing the eventual financial and nutritional consequences for the rest of the month.

I even wish I could say it was when my sweet toddler boy suffered from several seizures a day – sometimes more than 50 – and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

But it wasn’t.

It was the day I learned that my family was under investigation by Child Protective Services, because of a choice I madeContinue reading