Excerpt from Must. Have. Wine. A Toast to Motherhood
The Birth of a Competitive Mom
I’d seen it on TV with pageant moms and baseball dads. I didn’t know I had it in me. But suddenly, with my legs poised for the race, I had one mission. GET. LOTS. OF. EGGS. In my imagination, I held my son like an NFL running back with a football, heading for the end zone. I don’t remember the ribbon coming down; I just remember blocking and ducking and kicking and scooping. With about 30 eggs in my basket, I felt triumph! We won! I cheered with my son who could’ve cared less if we’d gotten 10 eggs. I was proud. Oh, the glory!
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