Our society wouldn’t consider me a typical young mom. Sometimes I feel like I’ve stopped aging at the age of twelve, and other times I feel like I have an old soul with multiple previous lives. In real life though, I’m twenty-seven, and I do consider myself a young mom. Actually, I feel like I’m a child with a child. This column is dedicated to every woman who feels this way, whether she’s a young mom by society’s standards or a young mom at heart. In fact, it’s dedicated to anyone who might be interested to read about this extraordinary-ordinary journey in the world of motherhood.