I define myself by motherhood, I write about it. But what made me think I knew what I was doing?
“I
took my son to the osteopath today,” I told a friend who had been on a similar journey with her own son.
“Good for you,” she responded. “Hatzlachah rabbah.”
“I took my son to the osteopath today,” I said to another friend.
“What did she say?”
“That we should see a change within a few days. Even if it’s just that he stays on task 30 seconds longer. But you know me — I don’t deal in 30 seconds. I won’t notice anything less than an hour.” I laughed in an attempt to pretend I’m not as impatient as I sounded.
“I took Baruch to the osteopath today,” I told my sister.
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