TRYING NOT TO BE MOM

I was standing over my six-year-old daughter, Norah, who was sprawled out on her bed wearing nothing but underwear and repeating the refrain, “But that’s not how Mommy does it.”

It was Friday, the one day a week that I get the kids ready in the morning. All other mornings I was up and off to work long before my children were awake. But not on Fridays. Fr…