Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
Do not stop talking about Epstein.
I was on a train and a pregnant woman was asking for a seat. I offered mine, but she said she couldnât sit there because it was in the center and she was already feeling nauseous and suffocated. So she asked a guy at the corner. He said, âYou can sit on my lap.â Before anyone could react, a grandma behind him tapped his shoulder and said, âThen Iâll sit on YOUR lap.â She sat on his lap, the pregnant woman took the grandmaâs seat, and the entire train witnessed instant justice delivered by a 70-year-old legend.
One night I asked my mom how she knew my dad was âthe one.â She didnât say butterflies. She didnât say grand gestures.
She said, âThere was a year I wasnât okay.â
She told me after I was born, she felt overwhelmed all the time. She stopped talking as much. Stopped laughing as loudly. She said she felt guilty for not being her usual self.
And my dad didnât demand the âold herâ back.
He just started doing small things.
He would wake up earlier to pack her lunch.
Heâd fold the laundry without announcing it.
Heâd sit beside her on the couch and just hold her hand without asking a single question.
She said one night she finally cried and told him she felt like she was failing at everything.
He didnât interrupt.
Didnât give a motivational speech.
Didnât say âbut you have so much to be grateful for.â
He just listened.
And the next week?
He didnât treat her like she was fragile.
Didnât bring it up during arguments.
Didnât use it as proof that she was âtoo emotional.â
He loved her the same. Calm. Steady. Normal.
My mom looked at me and said,
âThatâs when I knew. Love isnât the loud days. Itâs who stays gentle on the quiet ones.â
And suddenly their 20+ years together made sense.
Real love doesnât panic when youâre not at your best.
It adjusts.
It waits.
It stays.
Fun fact: After childbirth, a womanâs hormones donât just âdropâ... they plummet. Within the first 24â72 hours after delivery, estrogen and progesterone fall dramatically from their peak pregnancy levels to near pre-pregnancy levels. Itâs one of the most abrupt hormonal shifts the human body goes through.
During pregnancy, estrogen and progesterone are extremely elevated. Once the placenta is delivered, those hormones decline rapidly, signaling the body to stop sustaining pregnancy and begin milk production. At the same time, prolactin rises to support lactation, oxytocin surges to help the uterus contract, and the uterus begins shrinking back to its original size... a process that takes weeks. Postpartum bleeding (lochia) can last 4â6 weeks as the body heals.
This intense hormonal shift is one major reason many women experience mood swings, tearfulness, irritability, or the âbaby bluesâ in the first days after birth. For some, the changes can contribute to postpartum depression or anxiety.
All of this happens while sheâs recovering physically, often sleep-deprived, and caring for a newborn around the clock. So yes... if she doesnât feel like herself right away, thatâs not weakness. Thatâs biology.
Tonight at Walmart, I watched a 5 year old boy ask a little girl if he could hug her because he liked her sweater.
She said, "No."
He smiled, "Okay! I like your sweater. Bye!" and ran back to his dad.
To his dad, he proudly said:
"I didn't hug her because she said no... but I told her I liked her sweater!"
His dad replied, "Cool, buddy!" ...and they went on shopping.
If a 5-year-old boy can understand consent and respect a "No," then so can every adult.