As I head back into the house, I feel lighter. I feel validated. There are other “not normal” mothers out there who really are normal
Is he shy? Is Daddy putting him at ease? Oh, let him be comfortable in his skin — at least one of us should be
My son — he has an imagination. Possibly more than me. I don’t recall making up the stories and adventures that he does
Why am I so stressed? Because of The Mess. Why were we late? Because of The Mess. Why didn’t I get that task done? The Mess
Because being a cliché means I’ve matured into myself. It means I’ve attained a level of security so that I no longer feel the need to announce myself by standing out in the crowd
Wishful thinking! howled my inner critic. He’s eight! He’s not interested in your fancy educational approaches!
