Think you're evolved? Have a baby. Think you have patience? Have a baby. Think you know what being "present" really means? Have a baby.

This little love is breaking me down over and over: teaching me to let go and showing me all the places in myself that are still so fucking tight. This beautiful face is capable of delivering the greatest and the hardest lessons... and we're only 17 days in 😳 bringing me to task 24/7.

Normal postpartum talk, right?