Thank you for this. My parents are still together in the sickest, most twisted excuse for a marriage I’ve ever seen. My children’s father and I divorced when the oldest was seven and the youngest three (14 and 10 now) and sometimes I worry that I can’t be more hands-on with them. I have to work, and daycare is an indulgence I can no longer afford. Their dad remarried and he and his wife schedule their entire lives around the kids being spared an unscheduled second. Either one of them is physically present or the child is enrolled in a supervised activity.

It used to make me feel small. But growing up, there was nothing I looked forward to more than the hours between getting off the bus and my mom or dad pulling into the drive.

They were an important part of me discovering who I was. Thank you for reminding me of that.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.