Buddy's Mom2015 Guide

But looking at that photo now, eight years later, I see it differently.

I wasn’t looking for a person named Buddy. I was looking for me . buddy's mom2015

Finding “Buddy’s Mom 2015”: A Glimpse Back at a Snapshot of Love But looking at that photo now, eight years

If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you know that 2015 was the year of the sippy cups, the year of the endless puffs snack, and the year my son—my little "Buddy"—was three years old. Three is a magic, chaotic age. It’s the year they stop being toddlers and start becoming little people. It’s the year of the "why" phase, the tantrum in the grocery store checkout line, and the first time they say "I love you" without being prompted. Finding “Buddy’s Mom 2015”: A Glimpse Back at

Stop worrying if you’ve lost yourself. You haven’t. You’re just expanding.

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.

Dear 2015 Me,