As soon as he took his steps, I emerged out of a fog.
He stopped nursing, and I felt like a little more like me again.
Me, the person, who felt like one now that sleep was returning more normally.
This one loves having mama on more equal terms, too.
And so does this one.
Life with two little ones and one of me still is an adjustment.
But I wouldn't trade being me, for anything else in the world.