The little things that count...

Lately I've been surprised at how people "mommy shame" other mommies, just because they do something a little different. These days I find that people are far too protective (if that's the correct word to use) over their little ones. They follow the "rules" to the T.  I don't claim to be the best mommy in the world, but I do know I've always done my best.  I've been a single mom for the last 11 years.

With my uncle's impending funeral this week, I've remembered a few things from my childhood regarding funerals.  You have a very different angle of perspective when you were a child who never experienced much death. My earliest memory was hearing my parents talk about a funeral my dad was attending.  I remember begging to go with.  This was a work colleague of his. Somebody I'd never met.  My reasoning: I've never been to a funeral. I really want to go.  I didn't go.