Dads do something completely ordinary, everyone drops down to kiss his feet, and moms everywhere go, “You know we did that 12 times before breakfast, right?"
I want my kids to learn as much from me as I learned from my mom. There’s just one problem.
It’s daunting, changing gears well into adult life.
My freezer is a graveyard of frozen bananas and dry shampoo is my best friend. But I’m ambitious and capable and leaned upon by others.
There are days when I am drowning in so much parental guilt I could sit in a bathtub with a pound of chocolate and cry my face off for hours.
Why did no one tell me life goes on without me at work while I’m home momming?