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Portrait of a Family, 2020
Does any generation escape unscathed?
I don’t know about you, but May is my month. Well, it used to be.
When May rolls around when you are a kid, it signals the home stretch of school. All the work you’ve put in, a culmination, a payoff, and an end in sight. If you can just push through the final mile, there will be two and a half months of freedom on the other side.
Summer awaits. Summer. Full of sunshine and popsicles, bathing suits and Banana Boat, long days, hot nights, freedom, and boredom. Imagine the nerve of a kid to be bored during the stretched-out glory days of summer.
Speaking of kids, we are failing as parents right now.
That’s hard for me to admit. I pride myself on being an incredible mom — I am an incredible mom. I am relentlessly committed and full of love.
I do all the things, all the Pinterest projects, capture all the memories, plan the trips, teach valuable lessons, cook the right meals, model the right behaviors, push when they need a push, and provide a soft landing when they fall. I rearranged our lives to be home for them. And for me. For us.
