I was Lauren
My Precious Children, Before I was Mommy, I was Lauren. Sometimes, between all of the sippy cup refills and diaper changes, bath time and bedtime routines, I forget that I still am that girl. I'm now a woman with a history of experiences that you will only hear about. Writing and performing skits in my parents' basement. Sleeping in a pasture under a huge, mid-summer moon. Moving to a new town. Trusting the wrong people. Discovering my strengths in places I never expected. Road-tripping across the state at midnight. Painting canvases in my pajamas on the kitchen floor. Some you will never hear about. There's good reason for that. I am a woman cloaked in imperfection. I have a cluttered vehicle and an even more cluttered mind. I arrive for meetings at the exact moment they're set to start, despite every effort I make to show up early. I bite my nails and forget about the laundry in the washer. I refuse to take medicine until I am keeling ...
