Sarah Elizabeth

As a mom I've had days of frustration and annoyance. Some days it can be really hard to be a parent. Since my daughter is 2, any situation at any time can go from joyful to stressful (and sometimes dangerous) in a heartbeat.

My breasts, aka “the girls,” and I have been through quite a journey together. It wasn’t until I had my daughter that I realized the poor quality of life I had been inflicting upon them throughout the years.

My daughter is 2, and she's a beautiful and incredible spirit. I admire her ability to scream her needs to me and throw food on the floor, like a spoiled queen, when she doesn’t like it. Just today I gave her a plate of chickpeas and (to my shame) a carrot, broccoli, and celery were mixed in with it. When seeing them, she picked them out, one at a time, and threw them on the floor while saying, “Ew! Ew! Ew!” It’s my goal, as her mother, to guide her into civilized behavior while doing my best not to squash her spirited nature.

My partner and I are trying to decide whether we want to Santa our daughter or not. We want to encourage honesty, and there's something about Santa that doesn't feel totally honest...