Today’s guest column comes from one of our regular contributors, Edith Tarter, who can throw together a “Weeknight Dinner” recipe in the time it take me to find a paring knife. She lives in Geneva with her husband and 8-year-old triplets Lidy, Mimi and Owen.
There are some days when I feel I do nothing but tell others how to be a better parent, how to be a better homemaker, how to be a better spouse, how to be a better shopper … the list is long! And, on those days when I’m dispensing my two cents to anyone who asks (and sometimes to those who don’t ask), I start to hear myself sounding like the teacher from the Charlie Brown cartoons. Is anyone really listening? I have great advice!
The Tarter triplets were at least good at acting like they were listening back then. Photo provided.Truth be told -- I live in a fantasy world where my surroundings are as tidy as a nurse’s station, the air smells of cinnamon rolls and mountain air cleanliness, and the children are sedate, well groomed and eager to please. Those same children, in this imaginary world of mine, take turns waiting to talk, clamor to rub my aching feet, fetch me the remote and best of all, make their beds – and mine – everyday! I did say this was fantasy, right?
Advice is only as good as the giver. I can talk a good game, right up there with the Fly Lady, Martha Stewart, Dr. Phil and the goddess of all advisors, Oprah! Is my advice sound wisdom, hard-earned from baby battle and household stress? You betcha it is! Do I follow my own advice? Heck no!
I never make my bed, I rarely brush my kids’ hair, I let my kids eat salami and strawberries for breakfast, and I largely ignore my faithful husband’s needs. Yet, in some twisted mind game, I feel qualified to suggest to others how to run their households and manage their families! What is that about?
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