I’ve changed their diapers. I’ve dressed them and helped tie their shoes. I’ve fed them. I’ve watched every growth spurt, and every tooth come in. I’ve helped with the “impossible” math homework…
… now they are taller than me and have been doing all this on their own for years.
Somewhere along the way I had to muster up the courage to let them do this stuff on their own. Mom courage=letting them deal with their own problems.
I’m no longer dressing or feeding or tying their shoes. They are now making dinner and doing laundry and getting the “A’s and B’s” without any help. The hardest part of all that is having the courage to let them do it on their own. Let them deal with “the girl” at school who is not so nice. Let them deal with forgetting their gym clothes at home. Let them talk to the teacher about the homework they don’t understand.
Some days the “mom courage” is easy. Other days I want to get involved, and practically beg to get involved in their business. “MOM COURAGE”, who knew being a mom would be so hard?!
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