Some parents are on top of things. Some hand permission slips in on time. Some have backpacks packed the night before, and have a home that’s orderly and neat.
I’m not one of those people.
I’m that mom who gives her kids McDonald’s on the way to baseball games. I’m the mom who hustles to have that vaccination form signed by the pediatrician a week after it’s due. On occasion, I’m the mom who hamper-dives for a pair of shorts that appears clean to the naked eye.
Early on in my parenting career, I’d frequently beat myself up over what I perceived to be significant parental shortcomings. I’d look at my mom-friends in envy and marvel at how well they were doing, compared to my own completely flawed existence as a mother. Their houses were cleaner than mine. Their kids were better behaved than mine, and their calendars were more orderly than mine – or so it seemed to me at the time.
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