Belated Mother's Day Reflections

Mom asked for some airtime, and since she controls the computer, I was forced to oblige her.

In light of mother's day, I had a few things I needed to say:

To every mom with a screaming child in the grocery store and I thought you should have had more control over your kid or taken them out,
I’m sorry.

To every mom with a child begging, crying for candy at the check out and I thought you should have never exposed your child to candy in the first place,
I’m sorry.

To every mom who gave their kid candy to shut them up and I thought you were crazy,
I’m sorry.

To every mom with a house, car, garage, and purse full of crushed cheerios and goldfish crackers and I thought you should have never let your child have food away from the table,
I’m sorry.

To every mom who hissed at her child through clenched teeth while dragging them from the room by the arm and I thought you should have been kinder and more composed,
I’m sorry.

To every mom who’s kid has hurt another child and behaved just completely asinine at a playgroup and I wondered how you parented at home,
I’m sorry.

To every mom who occasionally ignored her child’s inappropriate behavior because you’re just flat exhausted from disciplining and I thought you should have been consistent at all cost,
I’m sorry.

To every mom with a toddler who’s thrown themselves on the floor crying and arched their back and stiffened their body when you tried to pick them up and I thought I’ll never let it get that far when I have my own,
I’m sorry.

To every mom I prejudged before having children of my own,
I’m sorry.

Thank you to our moms for loving us through sleepless nights and through toddler tantrums and through preteen drama and through teenage angst.  I can now better appreciate all the work, sweat, love and tears that brought me this far.