My mother is a patient woman. Many years ago, she placed a curse on me. It was the "Someday, you will have a child just like you" curse.
As I lovingly parented my first born, I thought of my own mother. What the &#$% was wrong with her? This gig was easy.
I shared my arrogant and patronizing views far and wide. Parenting was easy. I read all the books, followed all the instructions and my little angel was proof of my excellent parenting.
That's when God smacked me down.
Meet me In The Powder Room to read about my mother's curse finally coming to fruition.