We’ve got our sh*t together. Honestly, I’d feel sorry for any kid of mine born to me when I was in my 20s. I lacked self-esteem and self-awareness. I was obsessed with finding The One instead of focused on my career and inner happiness. I drank too much, though I like to think I would have kept a lid on that for a baby’s sake. But how many crappy boyfriends and crying fits and Mommy being too depressed to get out of bed would my child have been exposed to? I’m just talking about myself now—I know not all 20-somethings are the disaster I was at that age. But a lot of my friends were hot messes just like me, and none of us were ready to be moms. Now we can look back and laugh, and say, “That was a lot of fun, but thank God those days are behind us.”
