Oh, I love Kelly Corrigan. She's one of my patron saints of mid-stage motherhood--articulate, funny, real and true. Today she posted this on Facebook and I had to pass it along:
"So here's the thing: I was a kid once and when I was, I left wet towels on the floor, and rolled my eyes, and lost my homework, and pretended my ankle hurt so I didn't have to run in PE. I picked fights with my brothers and put empty cereal boxes back in the pantry and left the milk on very edge of the counter where it would undoubtedly be knocked over. I overreacted to my mother, ignored her, forgot her birthday, gave her the finger behind her back...so tell me, how could I be so appalled when it happens to me? A reminder lives below."