Sitting with my children at a local restaurant for dinner last night, a time I would have been checking my phone, or posting cute pictures to Instagram, I felt the intensity of our family -- the sharing of French fries, the coloring of underwater scenes on the white paper covering the table, the exhaustive giggling over making bubbles in water. That too is life's terms
I've always thought children are kind of like poorly-timed bursts of flatulence. You can tolerate them if they're your own, but other people's are simply unbearable. So in commemoration of this and other challenges of motherhood, I am hereby tasking my pen to acknowledge moms everywhere for all that you do.