The title of this story is very misleading, because I am the furthest thing from Mom of the Year—though I would like to be nominated for just this school year.
Natalie and I met seven and a half years ago, when our oldest daughters attended Welcome to Kindergarten together. You can read more about her first impression and how Eli sealed our fate together in her support story, which she wrote when SFTT launched.
Over Christmas break, we took our daughters to see the movie Wonder. I was warned that this movie may be a bit hard for me, so I needed to be sure to bring Kleenex. I had also heard it was a wonderful movie about kindness, and a must-see for my kindness-preaching heart. Wonder was all the things I was encouraged and warned about. I cried, I laughed, and my heart went to an unexpected place.
I used to feel strong, invincible. Like I could take on the world at any moment. I was confident, bold, and mostly uncaring. My feelings were tucked away safe in a vault, and anger guarded it well—so well that I could make myself big and scary to make others back away. I never knew or felt anxiety, unease, or true uncomfortableness.