The Matron is witty, sharp, hilarious, and brutally frank. I love her blog and her writing; her cast of characters includes walk-to-the-beat-of-their-own-drummer children and a dog nicknamed Satan's Familiar who defecates indoors with alarming frequency. All in all, she's a rockin' mom and writer. That's why I so love her recent blanket apology for being the Helicopter of all Helicopter Parents (and as I said to her in the comments, I'm hoping you all can take it as a vicarious apology to everyone who met me during 2003-2006). I knew she was speaking for me when she iterated a few of her questions for her kids' future pediatrician when #1 was in utero (ah, but did she take notes on a 3-page typed list of questions? and then file them all away for future reference? Sigh).
Here's her profile just to lure you in:
While trying to catch a ride on the hip mama wagon, I realized I wasn't one! Welcome to the land of the unkempt and nondescript, the house that anxiety built. Someone asked why there's no picture of me. Remember the blog title? Minnesota and matron. You don't need to see that. My name is Mary and the matronly ties that bind are dear husband, three children, and assorted pets.Go! Read her post. I'm pretty sure that just checking it out will be a form of penance for all of us who were a bit, ah, focused on Kid #1. Read more!