While watching TV the other night, my oldest child discovered a variety show where the current attraction was a man spinning plates on many sticks. Usually, the 9-year-old is a constant channel flipper, always skipping from program to program -- but he stopped on this channel, intently watching a tuxedo-clad man jump around the stage like a maniac, setting up plates on top of sticks and setting them into motion. "Mom, you see this?" he said... "That looks so hard!" I was finishing up the dinner dishes while the hubby had the younger boys in the bath. "That's what I do," I said while looking at the TV.
"Mom... You. Can't. Spin. Plates. You can't even juggle." And he's right, I cannot literally pass multiple balls through my hands in the air, or put plates on sticks and make them spin, but metaphorically? Metaphorically this whole world of motherhood is a gigantic plate spinning act... and my perfo...
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