At the end of the day, at the end of the decade, at the end of my life and beyond, my kids are a lot less likely to remember if I volunteered to chaperone Field Day (I didn’t) than they are that I gave them a hug when they showed me their ribbons, or listened with empathy when they told me about a disappointing finish in the sack race. Truthfully, they probably won’t actually remember the conversation, either, but I believe all those hugs, all those I-love-you’s, all the times I apologized or forgave or laughed instead of scolded, will compound to become something much more memorable than all the details of my “job.” What I did or didn’t do. What I said or failed to say. I love this piece on banishing the mom guilt from The Happiest Home. Do you struggle with this too?
Posted on: Fri, 13 Jun 2014 18:30:00 +0000
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