If I were not so exhausted by the weekend, I would elaborate on why every weekend since I became a parent more than seven years ago has been a mixed blessing.
So I will save my ruminations for Wednesday’s post. Suffice it to write that except for 10 seconds, I was proud of my daughter most of an exhausting yet fulfilling weekend that soon will be past. Unfortunately, those 10 seconds came near the end of a lovely Sunday.
I know from thousands of tennis matches and 19 marathons that a good finish really counts. I’ve tried to impart this wisdom, in my imperfect way, to my daughter.
Stay tuned for Wednesday’s post!