This mom passes me in the halls and I smile and wave and to me she will always be “the mom with the immaculate car.”Read More
Kids from middle schools were talking to her and begging her to high-five them, little siblings had huge smiles when she passed by and all of her friends were around her, rubbing her fur. It was enough to make me cry…I was so proud.
Gosh those words bug me. They are spoken at the first sign of their discomfort. But you know what…that phrase is growing on me. I think, maybe, just maybe, I’m doing this mothering thing right.Read More