I still feel proud of myself when I'm organized enough to throw a meal in the slow cooker before I leave for work. I give myself an inward congratulations when I manage to actually have everything I need on me when I'm out with my son. So when do these actions become second nature instead of accomplishments? Is there a moment that's coming where I'll look at my life and say, 'yes, that's when I became a mom'?
Mother's day is around the corner. For too many children whose families are restructuring all they want for the day to be happy is their father. They want their dream back. They want to be able to love both parents equally without guilt. We owe it to our children to put their rights, their best interests first.
My mom was not an over-controlling, overbearing tiger mom. Nor was she a permissive, directionless jellyfish mom. My mom was the balance of these extremes and was firm yet flexible. She had rules and expectations -- including clearly expecting us to do well in academics with respectful behaviour. Yet, she also valued our freedom to be kids, individual passions, and independent choices.
We've all seen her embarrassing us at weddings and parties...The Dancing Mom. Well this time, let's encourage mom to put on her dancing shoes and enjoy the great night life in Miami. She can spend the day at some of North America's most beautiful beaches and shop the day away for some great deals. Then she can shake the night away to some hot salsa beats.