Do you ever find yourself in a situation where someone needs cheering up or knows that you could offer some insight tempered by experience—and then you say something stupid or even more discouraging?
For example, when Hayden was 6 weeks old, a friend announced she was three months pregnant. At the time, I got so little sleep and was probably suffering from some baby blues. I wrote her a long letter and tried my darndest not to let on how much I was suffering from motherhood—but I think it pretty much came across anyway. She never acknowledged it, so maybe it got lost en route. Of course, I sent it again, just in case.
It’s kind of like putting your foot in your mouth, but a little different…