This kind of busy mom...
I recently heard a friend talking about how much she loved a picture she saw of herself; in it, she was in the middle of teaching a preschool soccer class, and was wearing her 1 year old child in a carrier while he nursed. In one hand she had a soccer ball and was instructing a second child in soccer technique, and in the other hand, she held a snack she was feeding to yet a third child. She was also standing on one foot while she was pantomiming kicking the ball. Her impression of that photo of herself was that that was exactly the kind of mom she always hoped to be. The mom who could do it all, and all at the same time. I reflected on her exultations over the achievement of this candid moment in her life and realized it made me sad...if her goal for that kind of moment meant that there are no moments in her life like this: Or this: Or even this: Most people probably don't perceive the fastidiousness with which I would prefer to run my household...i...