You know what’s worse than trying to figure out what you’re going to be when you grow up?
Helping someone else try to figure out what they’re going to be when they grow up.
Perhaps other mothers of growing up children will understand this terror. Or perhaps I am the only mother who knows what I mean. So many mothers I know have growing up kids who are on the traditional path to adulthood. Mine are not, so far.
Moms of new babies compare notes, mostly as a way to brag, I think. Is your baby sleeping through the night? Did your baby roll over yet? How many words does your baby say? Have you figured out how to wean your baby?
And other mothers chime in because babies can’t read what their mothers say on the Internet.
Those were the days. So much simpler and so much easier when the future was beyond the horizon. Now the future is about to barge through the front door without so much as a polite knock. So rude.