Sometimes I think my children think I’m their humble servant. I sit down to start work on a blog post or edit photos or cook dinner or read a book and I hear “Mama? Can I have a drink?” “Mama! Can I have a glass of milk?” “Mama, can I have a snack?” I won’t lie. All I want to say back to them is “I don’t know. Can you?”
I mean seriously. What did I do to make these children think I’m going to wait on them hand and foot and do everything for them?
I know what I did.
I waited on them hand and foot and did everything for them. For years.
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