Let’s talk about the word, smug. It’s a devil of a word with a backside that will swing around and smack you hard. Whenever I feel its fickle warmth come creeping up, I simply remind myself of its thorny flip side. Yes, the baby slept well last night but….yes, your son managed to get through the day without breaking into nuclear meltdown tantrums but…..it can sense it…feel too smug well, then thwack!

Instead I am trying the word “satisfied”. Everyone have all fingers and toes? Is the kitchen floor a Pollack painting of paw prints and jelly smears? Is there food in everyone’s bellies? Everyone got through the day without pressing the red button? Well, then, I am satisfied.


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