I'm on the Huffington Post Parents blog sharing the valuable lessons my mom taught me about parenting.
My mother has told me the story a million times. I was only a couple of days old and asleep in my room. Laying in her own bed, my mother was worried about how quiet I was. What if I had stopped breathing?
Then she decided that if I had died, she would need her rest to deal with it. She rolled over and went back to sleep.
My mother was clear from the beginning. I might have been an important planet, but I was not the entirety of her universe. As an only child and the eldest grandchild, there were many adults in my life that doted on me and catered to my every whim.
My mother was not one of them.
