“By the time I was 10, I had become accustomed to waiting, sometimes for a long time, for my parents to pick me up from lessons, or practices, or friends’ houses … My parents were conscientious, not at all the types to forget about picking me up. But they did not live on standing reserve for my every need. They would come pick me up when they finished up whatever they were doing. Whatever that was, it wasn’t really my business nor my concern.

My children very rarely have to wait for anyone for very long. And by very rarely, I mean never.”

In her latest #Brooding column, @kjezermo reflects on why she’s always felt the need to be available for her children, and the unintended consequence of eroding boundaries that she suddenly feels the need to reinforce. Read it at the link in bio.

Illustration by @texchures