One minute I'm cleaning up Legos with my 3-year-old daughter. The next minute I'm conducting an impromptu anatomy lesson and desperately hoping not to flub it.
Since high school, I'd battled my curvy body into "skinny" jeans. But it wasn't until I wrestled my young daughter's round belly into stylish, slim pants that I knew the fashion madness had to stop.
When the world is asleep and I am feeding him with my body, I want to protect my boy from everything that could hurt him. But my memories keep getting in the way.
