I remember the first time I realized I really couldn’t do anything I wanted, despite all my best intentions. I was in Grade Eight, my final year of Middle School, and I decided it was time for me to play a sport. Specifically, I would try out for soccer. Let me preamble this by saying…
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There is just something about goals that keeps every Mommy going. The goal to have dinner made in the evening. The goal to clean the bathroom by the end of the week. Goals to teach children to use the potty or to transition from a crib. A goal to sleep through the night. During those…
