I have to fight the urge to “fix” my daughter, fight the desire to change who she is. Because children are meant to be unfinished.
“Our neighbor’s daughter died, it was a freak accident and they are out of town…their son witnessed the whole thing… Do you have any advice to share?”
The village can be judgemental – If you are too hands-on you’re a helicopter mom; if you let your son or daughter roam you’re reckless and negligent.
On some days, my Facebook Memories seem to suggest that I am crappy mom. On others, I am awesome. Facebook tells me that too.