Are you a coddler?
I found myself re-tying Jack's shoe this morning because he tied them too loose and they didn't feel right. Thirty minutes later I was straightening Kate's hair so it wouldn't be frizzy.
How did I end up here? I was not raised by a coddler!
When I had my first baby, my mom came to the hospital for the delivery. Then, she went home. When I had my fourth baby, my mom drove 6 hours to drop by the hospital for a visit. An hour later she continued on her road trip.
I'm not complaining, because I think she may have been onto something! I never doubted that she believed in me. If I can handle it, she won't. She let's me accomplish and claim every acheivement.
Next time Jack comes to me with his loose shoe laces. I'm going to say, "sorry Jack." Then he is going to look at me with those long lashes and cry. I may need restraining. I'm not sure I believe I can do this. Hmmmm, maybe I need to ask my mom if she thinks I can. :)