…on my car, this is what it’d be
I know that the work I did and extremely awesome circumstances made it possible, and I believe it is every bit as much of an accomplishment as marathons (26.2 stickers), half marathons (13.1 stickers), and letting people know where you live or vacation. I also want to add that having a sticker that would just say “CB” would be awesome, too, because if you’ve brought a child into the world, whether by drug-free-old-fashioned-birth, epidural-old-fashioned, epidural-and-narcotic-pain-medication-old-fashioned, epidural-and-narcotic-pain-medication-and-tranquilizer-old-fashioned, epidural-and-cabernet-old-fashioned, cesarian-birth, or even jump-on-a-plane-and-pick-up-your-baby-after-someone-else-gave-birth-birth, you deserve a sticker for your car. For making it through the numb first three weeks where you feel like your world has been picked up by the hand of God and twisted like a rubik’s cube (or was that just me?), for making it through the first fever and for constantly (or occasionally) worrying that something you are doing may be permanently damaging this baby/child/teenager, whether it’s feeding him food in the wrong sequence, letting him cry himself to sleep, making him get back on the bike that just flung him off, grounding him for not telling you where he’s going to be even though he wasn’t doing anything bad… and for all the things I don’t know yet because C is only 7 months old. Anyone who has done / is doing this gets a sticker, too. But this one is mine and I would wear it proud… if I didn’t think other people would think I’m bragging or that I’m judging people who didn’t do it this way.
