I was once called a Momaholic. “You used to be a workaholic,” said my tell-it-like-it-is best friend. “Now you’re a momaholic.” She was right. I was always there to make sure Sam was always happy.
I recently went to a seminar and one parenting expert said that always trying to make our children happy isn’t just exhausting. It’s bad for our children. (Read the fabulous, “Blessings of A Skinned Knee.”)Sometimes we need to leave our kids alone and let them figure things out as best they can.
Or as the expert said: “Sometimes the best parenting looks like neglect.”