I find myself becoming that mother.
The one who yells the loudest, almost losing my voice to cheer my kid on as he runs the 200.
The one who elbows a child out of the way to jockey for a better position to see her daughter perform on stage.
The one who despite her dislike for schlupping cookies around, will sell one more box to be the top seller.
I’m that mom who is living through her kids and I don’t care for it one bit.
I love my children. I like watching The Boy