Dear Mom At Story Hour, I don't know who you are. I didn't ask you your name. I saw you at the story hour working to wrangle your toddler just like me. Like me you stuck around after the story to explore more of the children's museum. I noticed you again in the under three area. I noticed you because you were sitting by yourself. The room was full of busy toddlers and chatting moms. You and I seemed to be the only two moms who didn't come with a friend. We both sat silently watching our kids play. You looked nice. I wanted to come over and introduce myself. I wanted to get to know you and ask if you were coming back next week. But I didn't. I was scared to. I sat on the opposite side of the room wanting to talk to you, but too afraid to and I was struck again by how lonely motherhood can be. You see I didn't come up and talk to you because I was afraid I would say the wrong thing. I worried that I would make a comment about schooling, or car seats, or diet