“Brenda, are you picking the kids up?” my friend called me on the phone. I forgot I had volunteered to drive the carpool to 4-H that night–what a loser mom. And I thought I was doing great. I had muffins in the oven, was ready to put the fish in the broiler. The...
I realized I only had two years with all of my kids at home and if something didn’t change, their childhood memories of me would be of an angry, contentious woman. That wasn’t the mom I wanted to be. No mom dreams of being a yeller. New brides don’t anticipate the...
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