Years ago, a mom-friend of mine flopped onto the big blue couch in my living room and confessed, “I feel like all I do all day is tell my kids what to do and how to do it.”
I nodded my head knowingly and sympathetically and absolutely had no idea what she was talking about.
At the time, I had one baby less than a year old. Our conversations usually went like this, “Momma loves you. You’re so sweet. Where’s your nose? Oh, you’re so smart.”
And then she’d respond with, “Mama” or something else equally superior and I’d just know we had connected and that she was a genius bound for great things.
But now I’m older and my kids are older. One day at dinner I remembered what my friend said and realized she could be describing my life.
Wash your hands before you eat. Use soap! Sit like…
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