Two moms and a mall

S came home last week with a shopping bag full of bedazzled jeans and matching bracelets. A came back with a second-edition of all of the Cars brand race-cars he already owns, as well as the t-shirts to match.  There my children stood with hundreds of dollars worth of goods J and I had been refusing to buy for the last 6 months. But my pristine bubble of low-to-moderate consumerism had been infiltrated by the only force strong enough to turn my angelic little recycling-hungry offspring against me: Their grandma.

My mother came in to town last weekend, inspiring (a) many, many eye-rolls, (b) many, many moments of gratitude, (c) many, many blog posts.

My mom is truly a wonderful woman. She raised us in a well-provided for home. She was a stay-at-home mom for as long as we needed her, and her life’s work was raising kids. Now a mother myself, I can see more clearly what she sacrificed for us, as well as how her own wonder-mom attitude continues to inspire me to try to do more for the little munchkins that mean the most to me.

And yet…

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