Most of my words exist either electronically or in the long-hand scrawl of my journals. Rarely do I see my words in print. On paper.
This week, I got to do just that.
I may have purchased several copies. I may have secretly wished that someone–the Target check-out clerk?–would ask me why I had so many copies of Parents Magazine in my cart. I may have displayed the stack of magazines to my family and may have done an extremely silly rap/song/dance in the kitchen as Hubby, Abby and Henry watched on. Henry may have drummed an awesome riff to accompany my rap.
This piece is near and dear to my heart because it delves into the nitty and gritty of being an imperfect parent living a real life–which, I believe, is fairly universal. We all encounter the fallibility of this human existence, every day.
You can read it here. Or, in the April issue of Parents Magazine.