Mother's Day is approaching, and for days the girls have been sharing hushed secrets while leaving a trail of craft supplies in their wake. Although not wanting to get sucked into the commercialism of this day, I don't mind getting a little recognition.
At the same time, the door opens to a little self doubting. "Am I a good mother? Do I sometimes make bad decisions? What can I do better?" And then I wonder, "If it's so much work with two kids, how did my Mother ever do it with four?!"
Mom, as you know, sometimes things can be a little rough. And, clearly, we never outgrow the need for our mother's advice. So, Mom, here are a few questions for you:
Does it really matter if the kids sleep in their clothes once in awhile?
Does it really matter if the kids sometimes have a piece of candy with breakfast?
Why do kids always wait until 9:00 p.m. to tell you they need to take brownies to school the next day?
At what age are kids supposed to be able to sit quietly through church?
Would it be really rude of me to put my feet on the music teacher's coffee table during Cassie's violin lesson?
How am I supposed to react when I find a dirty sock in the pantry? (I know what you're thinking, Mom. But, in our house the pantry and the laundry room are on different floors.)
Is it okay if I occasionally seek parenting advice from the "Junie B. Jones" books? (I'm serious here. Lacey presents some amazingly new challenges.)
How many times a day can I say, "Why don't you go look that up on the Internet?" before the kids begin to realize that maybe Mommy's not really busy, maybe she's just not that bright?
How many times a day is it okay for me to say, "Go ask Daddy?"
Am I a bad mother if I fall asleep while reading a bedtime story?
Do you think it's really strange that I sometimes fold laundry just to keep myself awake?
Finally, is it normal for me to daydream about going grocery shopping alone?
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