Publisher's Synopsis
Raising kids is tough. It requires various aspects, one of the most fundamental being flexibility. When you originally start, you never imagine things the way they are genuinely going to be. You picture the love, the laughing, the wonderful small smiles. You linger on moments of snuggling a newborn baby, scrutinizing their eyes for things that resemble you or yourself. You envisage sharing this love with a significant other and believe whole-heartedly (hopefully) that this little kid would bond you together in such a physical way that nothing...ever...will come between you. You consider first steps, first loves, graduations, wedding bells, and becoming a grandmother as far-off markers stretching the horizon of your imagination. But you never truly, honestly see the obstacles, fears, tribulations, heartbreaks, difficulties, and hardships that seem to put the last touches on this package as fully as the red ribbon on a Christmas present. Perhaps, that is a good thing.
