Since yesterday’s post, I have been thinking about how it has been to raise my daughters. They came to us already born with good hearts and good heads, each one with her own special talents. I really have had it so easy when it comes to parenting.
Except for that one time.
Mitzi was in about 2nd Grade and invited a friend over after school to play. Lily was with them in the library and they were listening to music. A song came on that I liked a lot and so I danced into the room. They all stopped playing and just stared at me. So I stopped dancing. Mitzi’s friend looked over to her.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “My mom is even more embarrassing.”