I’ve been talking with my mom a lot lately, about my crumbling marriage and about life. She’s been stressed because of my problems, and I finally “got” it the other day.

She asked me how I’d feel if Max were in ICU. Naturally, I’d be a wreck. I would feel his pain and want nothing more than for him to get better–wait a minute! This is an analogy for how she feels about me! OHHHH!

And then I didn’t feel so resentful for her suffering right along with me. I realized it shows how much she cares about me. I guess you think when you become a grown up your parents can’t worry about you in the same way they did when your biggest crisis was a scraped knee. But they can, and they do. Most of us don’t need them in the way I’ve needed her these last few months, but it’s so nice to know that she’s my #1 supporter as I figure out what’s next in my life.

Here’s a challenge for you: if you have a small child, try not to use the word Hurry.

I am so guilty of this being the #1 thing I say to Max on a regular basis.

• When he’s walking like a turtle: Hurry!
• When he’s trying to pick a book to read: Hurry!
• When he’s eating: Hurry!
• When he’s getting in the car: Hurry!

There’s really no need for my impatience. A few more seconds won’t hurt me. Why then is it so hard to bite my tongue and let him take his sweet time??

I read this article in Redbookand wanted to share it. It’s got great books for all phases of motherhood.

Do you have any good book pics to share with us?