MOM MOM I DID THE LAUNDRY
This announcement came via text from my fourteen-year-old daughter. At the time, I was in Florida with my parents for a short vacation and had left my two daughters to fend for themselves in the care of my housework-challenged husband. (Wait, is “vacation with my parents” an oxymoron?)
Sometimes, as a mom, you feel as though you are letting down the side, as though you are not equipping your offspring for life in the real world because you do too much for them. Can my baby birds budget, run the dryer without frying the cotton shirts, change a tire? In short, can they survive?
Who knew that five short words could say so much?