Sacha knows I like to squeeze the toothpaste in the middle, I always have. He says, Mommy, I know it is you! I can't help it, the plump spot just aching to be squeezed, tempting me like a pinch to a fat baby's cheek.
There are certain things you aren't supposed to do. The rules of life seem to dictate don't do it. Often we think we can't do something, though in reality, we can, yet we don't do it, blaming it on rules of this or that.
If I could I would I can so why don't I?
The first symbolic act of conquering fear: squeeze the toothpaste.
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