In our son Georges' almost two-year life, he has crossed the Atlantic twelve times. Each time, I'm that mom. I'm the mom that scares girls in their early 20s, making me an involuntary PSA for birth control.
Taking along everything he owned, I arrived at the aboveground Bel-Air station and was confronted with some bad news. Stairs. In my burst of ambition, I had forgotten about them, which was quite amazing since they were the bane of my pregnancy.
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