No Medals for Misery

I read this great story in the news this morning. It reminded me that there are no medals for misery, especially in motherhood...

When her daughter Kate was 5 years old, Kristin Maschka experienced an epiphany courtesy of a toaster waffle. Rushing to get ready for work, she asked her husband, David, to fix a waffle for Kate, which he did, causing his preschooler to burst into tears and his wife to start scolding.

"I told my husband she would never eat a waffle like that because it was crunchy from the toaster and I always put them in the microwave," said Maschka, author of "This Is Not How I Thought It Would Be: Remodeling Motherhood to Get the Lives We Want Today."

"In that ridiculous moment, I assumed I was in charge of the family and that the only right way to do things was my way," she said. "I realised I resented the role, but at the same time, I felt superior because of it. I'd put myself in that position and it became something of a vicious cycle."

Where in your life are you sharing the tasks but not the responsibility?

Media Source: Star Tribune, Minnesota USA