The Misfit on Mom Babble

The day I had my son was my happiest moment. After all the drugs kicked in, I laughed my way through labor. I didn’t know a few years later, the day I gave birth would be a reason to be passed over and discounted as a mother. I didn’t know my son would be judged because of my mistakes.

Judgement is ugly. It is unnecessary. And it causes more pain in an already tough world. I may have been a Misfit, and today I’m still pretty ornery. But, more than anything I strive to be a mother, a good one. I am the only mother my little boy will ever know.



Misfit Mama

on Mom Babble


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