This one if for the Moms (and House Dads) out there.
What I could do? Deny my daughter this all-American rite of passage? I didn’t want to be a buzzkill mom so I smiled sweetly and said, “That’s great, let’s do it, Honey.” I knew it meant another activity to squeeze in, ironing things on sashes, and those dreaded, time and energy sucking cookie sales. Ironically, it was the thing she was MOST excited for, so I kept my trap shut and my negativity buried deep within.↧