I never really liked Mother's Day.
For me, the early years of motherhood felt like one colossal failure. As a former perfectionist and people-pleaser, the pump was certainly primed for me to notice all of my short comings as a mother. I went into parenting already feeling defective and unworthy following years of infertility and neonatal loss.

Not surprisingly, all this “baggage” heightened my feelings...
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