Open Book

by Jessica Simpson

There are so many firsts to raising kids, and parents are told to catch them all. But they don’t warn you about the lasts. The last baby onesie. The last time you tie their shoes. The last time they think you have every answer in the world.

“We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”

Nobody’s words—compliments or critiques—should define the value of our souls. What if, all this time, our “problem areas” were not our stomachs or thighs but our brains?

He said he didn’t want to hurt me, and that’s when Eric stepped in. He said something like, “Each time you deny your own truth, something intense happens. You have to listen to the signs and take care of it yourself. Jess has no extra energy to give to you right now.”