It’s funny how kids wreck your idea of how things should be.
Two of my children this weekend impressed me with their sudden grown-up like behavior. Another is still young enough to be considered In-Training Mode.
And the last one, old enough to know what is expected?
Disrespectful. Disobedient.
My reaction?
Anger. Frustration. Embarrassment.
And I know what the real problem is… my pride.
I worry how I look in public.
I hate looking like a bad mom.
I despise not having it all together, undone by a Little Person in my own tribe.
Am I the only mother who needs to let go of the idea of perfection and control?
I suspect I’m not.
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