After long days and nights and days again and at the end of long weeks I often wish I could reach through these words and give you each a medal.
You there on the other side of the screen. You who yelled at your kids in the minivan this morning after they wouldn’t cooperate in the mall, the doctor’s office, the playgroup.
I like imagining you. I like meeting you. Because you look a lot like me and I feel more normal in my crazy when I hear from you.
I would give you a medal if I could.
I would give you a medal for all the 5am wake up calls after you only just got a couple hours sleep after nursing the baby.
I would give you a medal for sitting through all those hours of basketball practice.
I would give you a medal for sweating over that meal that everyone instantly declared “disgusting.”
You over there – you get a medal for keeping your cool while your kid raged the whole way through the grocery store.