One day I fed the kids pancakes for breakfast and then took them outside to play in the snow. Livia told me later that I was the best mommy. It was nice to hear that. But on another day, when her daddy and I had to force shoes onto her stubborn feet so that she wouldn’t miss the bus, she got mad and cried, “You’re the worst mommy and daddy I ever had!” Just in case we hadn’t heard her, she repeated again and again, all the way to the bus stop. That wasn’t as nice to hear, but at least I know now how to begin my memoirs: “I was the best of moms, I was the worst of moms.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
One day I fed the kids pancakes for breakfast and then took them outside to play in the snow. Livia told me later that I was the best mommy. It was nice to hear that. But on another day, when … Continue reading