Yesterday Nathaniel, my 2-year-old, asked me 20 times in rapid succession for grapes. I’m not exaggerating because I decided to count as I was in the process of getting them for him. I could only laugh at his little demanding self. I laugh to keep from being overwhelmed, even as I’m on my way to another of his doctor’s appointments. The little bugger’s allergic to so much. With all the demands of motherhood, I remembered this post and know that it is a privilege to be a mom.
- Follow Me at My New Site
- The New Musings of a (Recovering) Strong Black Woman
- The Good Wife
- Sherrod Charade
- Keep Your House (via Musings of a (Recovering) Strong Black Woman’s Weblog)
- Reproductive Rights (via Musings of a (Recovering) Strong Black Woman’s Weblog)
- Emasculating She-Devil?
- Dizzying Doublespeak
- Snapshot Moment
- Inconvenient Children (via Musings of a (Recovering) Strong Black Woman’s Weblog)