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Parenting Has Made Me a Fraction of What I Was… And I Love It

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I love it when busy weekends are capped off with early bath-time and a movie on Sunday nights. That’s exactly where we were headed yesterday when I made (or at least reheated) dinner for my daughters, ages three and five.

As they sat with partitioned plates, using their favorite forks to dip pieces of hamburger into gobs of ketchup larger than their heads, I was excited to rest my feet and join them. But as I sat down with my own burger, dressed properly on a bun, I could practically see the mouth on my youngest begin to water. “I want mine like that”, she said, which was surprising only because she had refused to eat such a thing the night before. Of course, I cut the burger, giving her a quarter.

Only seconds later, my eldest joined the game. “I want mine like that too”, she said. Without hesitation, I cut a second quarter of the burger, and passed it to her. Still yet to take a bite of my own dinner, at least I had a yummy half remaining. That is, until my husband entered the kitchen. “That looks good”, he said, as I cut and handed off yet another quarter.

In the end, I was left with only one fourth of my dinner. Was I annoyed? Maybe slightly, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Some of my greatest moments in parenting are those when I am reminded that while very much an individual, I am no longer one. It is the four of us, together, that make me whole.

Karri-Leigh P. Mastrangelo is an established television producer, blogger and mother of two living in Los Angeles. You can read more on her blog, Dirty Laundry & Dirty Diapers, and follow her on Twitter: @karri_leigh.

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  1. MOM2Three

    I love this–the things we do for love. Hope you got to make yourself another big burger after dinner.

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