TheWanderTribe

Welcome to our thirties, It's like someone hit the fast forward button bypassing all the nights out, walks of shame, and days of couch dwelling and pressed the play button right where the nights of debauchery ended and the sleepless nights began. Forward.. from when your biggest problem was what to wear and where to eat, becomes  why can't I get my child to eat..like anything except bread? Ive been there, hell.. I fell to the floor and collapsed in exhaustion there. But then one day the realization came, the fun didn't stop when I had my daughter.. I stopped having fun. Why? because it was difficult. Difficult to travel, to dine, to exist beyond the realm of the sofa or the sanctuary of my own house. And do you know what made it that way? Fear. Fear of the awkward stares from people when my children made too much noise in public. Fear that my child might have a meltdown and ruin everyone else plain ride..even though I paid for his seat and he had a right to be there. ...