A few years back Above the Law ran a story about a mom partner at Kaye Scholer who left her kids at the side of the road. Apparently, they were bickering and the mom had had enough - she dropped them off in downtown White Plains. One child (age 12) ran after the car, while the other (age 10) wandered off. The partner was arrested and charged with endangering the welfare of a child. (See full story here and here).
I remember reading that story all smug and judgmental like. Braden was around 6 months old at the time. What kind of mom does that? I remember thinking.
For some reason, the story has stuck with me.
To this mom, today I would like to apologize for my judgment. Not that I condone leaving your kids at the side of the road, and not that I would ever do it really...
But today? Today I think it might feel amazingly satisfying for a moment or two.
It's been one of those days.
It's been a day of hitting, kicking, screaming, 5 am wake ups, and defiance all around. It's been a day of empty threats and desperate rewards and proclamations like, "If you don't stop throwing things and kicking the seat, I'm going to stop this car and...."
Well, you know.
Seven hours to go, God help me.