This week before Mother’s Day, I’m revisiting a regret-filled childhood memory that I now see in a completely different—and more grace-infused—light.
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Let’s say you are the only person in the history of the world who was so embarrassed by your mom in fourth grade that, when she volunteered to be a parent chaperone on the field trip to the state capitol, you specifically asked your teacher if you could be put in a group other than your mom’s.