Fun fact: when I started recording my life in scrappy little notebooks, I had a theory that the entries were going to help me be an amazing mom. The idea was that if I accurately captured the thoughts and feelings of my eleven-year-old self, I would, at thirty-something, be able to understand my young daughters better. I have yet to prove this hypothesis. I’ve got a journal in front of me right now, but this one is much more recent. In fact, it isn't even full. Starting near