Last year, I reached an important milestone. I was able to walk by a baby boutique and it was neutral! It used to make me so sad, a store with five thousand items that screamed at me, “you don’t need me because you’re a failure!” That’s kind of exaggerating, but not really, it made me feel really unworthy.
This time I was able to peer into the shop with curiosity, unafraid of what feeling might erupt.
It was night and through the glass I saw the display of five different models of baby car seats and it struck me, in a row like that, they look just like those giant massage chairs at a nail salon. Those black vinyl padded chairs where humans are settled in and serviced.
And then I knew I was super healed because all I was thinking about was people buying baby seats just to give their babies pedicures. Thus the above vision of “B…
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