Mamalove or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the B

When my daughter was first starting to get mobile, I gave her a drawer in our bathroom that was filled with random junk she couldn’t hurt herself with. This drawer bought me a few minutes and allowed me to go to the bathroom or brush my teeth while she emptied it.

One day I was trying to get my hair to look not crazy before heading out to run some errands and I finished and glanced down at her. Instead of playing with her drawer of stuff, like she usually did, she was sitting on the tile, star...