When I let the world go quiet, the conversation begins, as is the risk of being a modern day parent. So I keep busy to keep it quiet.
Of the four kids, I planned exactly two so I have to dedicate myself to those two to prove they were meant to be, while also making the ones who were planned feel the joy at their arrival.
I remember feeling a sense that my mother should feel entitled to parent us - and that of course she was, as am I - but I also want to raise them with a balance of knowing they are fortunate.
I want to open my mouth and sound like a prophet. I want to give them sound bytes and words of wisdom that they want to pass along to others with an "My mom always used to say...." because then I would know that I got it right.