I’m back! It’s been a minute since I had a regular column at the Indy — so long, in fact, I kinda feel like a rookie. A strange sensation, given how long it’s been since I’ve been an actual rookie at anything.
But as the mom of an 8-year-old, I’m certainly witness to a lot of beginner drama.
From first steps and going pee-pee in the potty (forgive me) to throwing a pitch or catching a wave, a kid’s life is an unending loop of firsts. And yet, it would seem that no amount of clunky, inept first times can make navigating the next one any less ugly.