Tonight I had somewhere to be, and the only time I had to feed my two little ones was while my husband was coaching my oldest at football practice. We ordered pizza. We sat around the table and ate together as 3/5 of a family before I had to run out and drop them off with dad so I could go to parents' night at the school. Busy, busy.
I thought about this letter. I'm not a single parent, but yes, I was FEEDING MY CHILDREN WITHOUT DAD PRESENT!! Gasp! Horror!