When Making “Mom Friends” Feels Like Middle School All Over Again

I know “hate” is a strong word, and it’s not one that I use regularly. But, I wish I didn’t feel so awkward and emotionally fragile–just like I felt in middle school–which I would consider some of the hardest years of my life, if I’m being honest. Instead of feeling inadequate because I couldn’t throw a back handspring yet, or had boobs, or wore the right makeup, or had the right Express jeans, or whatever, I have felt less than enough in other ways that some of you might be able to relate to…