One of the things I remember most about becoming a mom was the slow-dawning realization of what a good job my own mom did. Maybe I’m in the minority here, but there has rarely been a stage that I’ve gone through with my kids and not looked back on my own growing up years and wished I could be as supportive and unconditional as my own mom.
Yes, well, there was that time we were driving her crazy when my dad was out of town that she told us that he wasn’t our “real” dad — which quite upset my brother at the time. While my mom will never forgive herself, I still think of it as one of the funniest things she has over done. Anyway: if that single misstep is considered bad parenting, then Morgan and Charlie are going to have a whole lot of ammo on me. I am only coming to realize now, after the damage has been done, that children don’t necessarily thrive on a steady diet of sarcasm.