“we didn’t really know what we were doing, we musta have screwed up here and there, but we tried our best“ 

this is my mom’s admission on parenting after i fed her 1 glass of Merlot in new york. 

i never really thought of it this way, but as i too approach my 30s, what would i be like as a parent?

from not knowing what to do, to laying down my foot on rules, to hoping and praying every night my children don’t turn out to be some morally-flexible demented freak that i should have aborted. 

case in point, as a daughter i probably don’t get the best marks either—but trying my best is the only way i’ve got. sometimes i forget it’s not about ME! ME! ME! and i have to put down whatever i’m doing, cancel whomever i’m seeing to give my family the attention they deserve.