An Open Letter to the Mom I Envied at CVS

How being the Worst Girl at Yoga has helped me feel better about my most embarrassing moments.

Dear Other Mom in the Minute Clinic Waiting Area,

First of all, thanks for that wet wipe you gave me when I sheepishly asked if you had anything I could use to dab squirted-out applesauce from my son’s face and clothes. I owe you one. No, actually I don’t anymore. The debt has been repaid, though you may not realize it.

Do you even remember meeting me? It…