Written by Lee
Am I succeeding at this mom thing?
When will I see a clue, or catch a glimpse, just anything to tell me that I’m doing okay?
When I worked it was easy. Producing television programs, starting something, and then finishing it. Working hard, being stressed, using my brain, interacting with the world, getting a pat on the back once in a while, working late, working long, but then done. A finished project. A feather in my hat. A line on my resume. Done.
As a mom, I am never done. And it’s taken me a while to figure that out. And...