Today I gave my daughter a whole banana because I needed her focused on something but me for just a few minutes. It didn’t even work too well. Half of it ended up in her hair. Today I think I’ll bring in dinner. There’s too much going on for a home-cooked meal. But that’s not what matters.
Sometimes you’re late too, mama. Sometimes you don’t make it at all. They might wonder why you’re never around, they might comment, but I see you. I see how hard you try to be on time. I see how you try to keep your cool when the kids are simply not cutting you a break. I see how exhausted you are before your outings even formally begin.