My defining moment as a mom doesn’t have much to do with my daughter. Of course, she is peripherally involved in the story, but actually, if someone had taken a picture of this moment, it would be of me with big fat tears rolling down my face and a giant bag of M&Ms.
Let’s back up.
I am a school psychologist. It’s not exactly one of those careers that anyone starts to dream of as a small child. I didn’t decide to follow this path until well after college, and by the time I finished the long, tumultuous process of grad school and internship, I was 29 – on the older side for a first-year educator. I couldn’t believe my luck when, with zero years of experience, a wonderful school district decided to take a chance on me. Read more... read more