The author's boys getting ready for soccer, complete with Batman tattoo.
I beat myself up about my mothering capabilities pretty often. I don’t send pictures to grandparents. I am a complete failure at baby books — wait, maybe that’s only a 70 percent failure. I make decisions I regret. I still let them watch too much TV. I raise my voice more often than I would like.
I just came from a meeting focused on creating a website for a nonprofit that shelters homeless families. As part of the program these families get a life plan as well. It’s no wonder their success rate is so high.
It’s so easy to forget how much my husband and I give our children every day. Not gifts and possessions, but stability, love, responsibility, a home. Luxuries that are beyond the reach of many families in our community. That’s a sobering thought. More