(Thought I’d share an older piece I wrote when my kids were small and still eating deodorant. The picture above is my mom in 1979. Love you, Mom!)
I was such a perfect mother until I had children! It’s easier to be an expert when you don’t know what in the world you’re talking about. I read all the James Dobson books and other equally suitable resource materials, but nothing really equipped me for the entrance of these four little Green men into my life! The pain of labor was insignificant compared to the tyrannical twos, troublesome threes, and fearsome fours.
I remember when my first son was ready for preschool. My heart swelled with emotion as we approached this landmark parenting experience. After peeling him from my leg and depositing him kicking and screaming at the feet of the teacher, I quietly slinked away. He had a very exciting…
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