9 years ago I had kid 3. The others I had in Manhattan and walked a million miles a day + nursing = the weight melted off. Maybe it was my “geriatric” age (38?) but my body took a hit. Two months later my amazing friend PatriciaRibeiroWolfson hosted Camp Mom - an incredible day devoted to moms - at a local day camp. It was an empowering day with the simple goal of having us feel seen for a few hours while we ignored our invisible loads. I tried a mindfulness exercise (which I LOVED) and think about it often while failing to do one since. There were many spectacular parts of this day but I was most excited to try the trapeze. I tried. I failed. MISERABLY. I was like a moored cow. Literally because I’m sure I was leaking while failing to fold myself in half. It was the perfect metaphor of how I felt at that moment in life. I was drowning. My husband worked long hours in the city, I had to get one kid to elementary school, one to nursery school, and take care of a newborn while juggl...