About 18 months ago, I was tagged in a Facebook post to participate in the “motherhood dare.”
You know the one: someone dares you to post one photo that makes you proud to be a mother.
I struggled with this. I flipped through the photos on my phone, but felt that none of them reflected pride. You see, it didn’t matter how cute the photo seemed, I remembered what happened behind the scenes just before or after it was taken. The tantrum or the complaint or some form of defiance from (mostly) one of them and the way I reacted to it.