this is mothering: barely out of bed rocking a boyscout style, sitting in isolation on the sidelines with laryngitis, having rushed from helping with homework, switching between a tennis match and track meet observation, freezing in 40 degrees, worrying about how to be a social worker tomorrow, and insisting Dave is fine to leave for frisbee as long as he gets the other child to dance.
this is nailing it: blocking an unknown caller who breathes silence on 3 separate calls followed by a call from Dave who informs that Dalia has arrived at dance without her costume, hair or makeup done for dress rehearsal and pictures. Both of us are too far to do anything other than an extraction mission by sending a teenage rescue party who has just finished her tennis match. (All whilst seemingly angelic dance moms swirl around her and ask why.)
I guess you could say I'm nailing this whole mothering thing!
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