I was feeding my 5-month-old baby on a plane when the woman beside me yelled, “Have some shame! Go do that in the bathroom!” — then my older daughter stepped in and teached her a lesson

should think about everyone else before getting on a plane. Honestly, what kind of mother can’t even control her own child?”

That sentence landed harder than it should have.

What kind of mother?

For weeks, that question had been living inside my head.

What kind of mother forgot to buy diapers because she had been filling out funeral paperwork?

What kind continue reading …