I was attending my husband-get-together with his old friends last weekend. It was a simple barbeque night with drinks and kids running around, food and water spill all over. Shit happened. When the host shouting to their daughter and calling all the kids who had entered a bedroom. I was dazed because I never did that no matter how infuriated I was. Must hold back. This is a gathering and everybody is here. Hallo, you are the one who invited us, remember? Why you start that awkward moment and maybe a moment of starting another brawl with your best friend a.k .a the other kid's parent? I object your act. And yes I am judging you now. Although it wasn't my children involved, I have this motherly feeling towards the kids. You shouted at them in the middle of the event, you are embarrassed them, scared them and you did not, at all respect them. I was once read, treat your children the same as you treat the adult. Oh my God, did you shout at the adult whos make ...
I began to fathom the unparalleled strength and stamina that it takes to be a mother