Jan 17
6 min read
The Unfinish-able Project Called Parenting
Some days, I would like to be done with it, this parenting thing. Hang up my coat, close the dossier, mark it ‘done’ — and then I think of grandkids, and go all soft.
In a rare moment, with only the two of us in the lift, my late mother sighed and said, “it’s tough”. In my usual flourish, with what I relished as a witty reply, I shot back, “ya, cannot retire!”. This time though, my mom did…
