Last week my kids offended me.
Not with any rude behavior or flatulence or other biological substances, but rather because they did not give one hoot that I was going away for a few days.
Yes yes I know. It’s a good thing. They are independent, confident, grounded, yadayadayada.
But please, surely one of them could have squeezed out a teeny tear? Or clung to me just for a moment? Maybe uttered the words, “don’t go?” I mean, no one even asked when I’d be back!
Have I done such a thorough job that they have no worries that their every need has been thought through, seen to, anticipated? I really should let something slip through the cracks next time.
Kids: here’s a tip from your loving mother. Please make her feel like you’ll miss her, even if it means faking it just a teeny weeny bit.