Spread Your Wings
Some days I know I'm a bad mom. Others, the jury is out. Unless the jury is made up of my younger children. They're the ones in the midst of being sent to their rooms for misbehaving, or being grounded for being at a house that is not 'approved', oh, and for being on the roof of said house. (This was the 5 year-old. We won't go into the panic I experienced when I drove up and found him on the roof. I'm sure you can imagine it for yourself.) The older kids have come to a place where they tend to appreciate me. That's because the big-bad-world is staring them in the face. Which brings me to why I'm feeling like one bad mamma. I've been hearing/reading about moms who 'just love their kids so much they never want them to move away from home'. They say things like, "Please don't ever leave me, stay in my house forever and ever." I look at them and think, 'What, are you crazy?' Perhaps it's because their kids ...