I Realized I Was Raising the Kid I Wasn’t Allowed to Be

There’s a moment in parenting that hits you like a brick (in a good way). And I’m not talking the first “i love you” or the tiny hand in your hand, or the proud look your tween gives you after scoring their first home run (those moments hit you in the best way too). The moment I’m talking about, it comes in the midst of yelling, a slammed door, an eye r…