There are many thankless things about parenting.
We are underappreciated, taken for granted, hidden from the view of peers lest we prove embarrassing.
We can lecture on a topic countless times only to be ignored, but if a stranger says the same darn thing, well, it’s genius.
And — I don’t know about you, but my experience is that we are often made fools of.
Recently, I wrote about Catherine’s hatred of soup, how she finally confessed to lying about those steaming bowls of love I’ve been serving up for 17 years. She swore the only soup she can abide is pea soup. Everything else might as well be poison.
She made the appropriate noises when I dished up Sweet Potato or Lentil, Turkey Noodle or Italian Wedding only to spare my feelings, you see.
With this in mind, I give you Exhibit A, taken while she and Basil were in Newport, RI, last weekend touring (please GOD let it be the last one) Salve Regina University.
I am told she finished every last spoonful of Squash Soup.
Is it just me, or is that a guilty expression on her face?