I spotted my first grey hair when I was 20. I was a standard Year 2 medical student; exhausted, overworked, surviving on strong coffee and the goodwill of nurses. Over the next few months, that one sneaky grey strand became two. Then five.
He is 9. He is adorable with his Cheshire-Cat smile and that one wonky tooth. He is a blessing every day and I love him so much, my heart hurts from the joy of it all. Some days, I marvel at just how bright he–.
Hang on just a minute. I’m getting ahead of myself.
Do you feel like day-old poop sometimes? Like, you’re not good enough and the whole world can see it? Know this – no matter how much you suck at everything, there’s always a silver lining! Always. Read on and you’ll understand. This is an old post, but hey, it always …