My Mother Called Me “Damaged Goods” at My Sister’s Baby Shower—Then My Five Children Walked Through the Door

sometimes.

Exhausting frequently.

But real.

Nathan shifted Caleb slightly.

The baby yawned.

Several women melted instantly.

“Look at him.”

“He’s adorable.”

“He looks just like Nathan.”

“No,” another argued.

“He has Emma’s eyes.”

The conversation changed.

Completely.

For years people had discussed my failures.

Now they discussed my children.

My family.

My life.

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