You open the snack, fill the cup and find the shoes. Again.
You could do it in 30 seconds. Teaching it takes 10 minutes, so you do it yourself.
The morning routine falls apart before 8 a.m.
By bedtime you have nothing left for yourself.
You feel guilty taking a break when your kid wants to play.


"We were just hanging out in the kitchen. My son saw her daughter grab a granola bar from the pantry and wanted one too. Without even thinking, I started to tear it open for him - and my friend quietly put her hand on mine and said, 'wait.'
She crouched down, told my son where to pull and how to hold it, then stepped back. And my son opened it himself. He was so proud.
I stood there feeling this weird mix of grateful and surprised that I wasn't embarrassed. But that's the magic of Tamara - she didn't judge, so I had no reason to be embarrassed like I would have if anyone but her had been in that moment with me.
She just saw something I couldn't see: that I was about to do something for my child that my child didn't need me to do.
That's what she does. She watches the small moments - the ones that happen a hundred times a day - and she gently shows you where you're accidentally getting in the way. She doesn't make you feel like a bad mom. She just helps you remember that your kid is more capable than your instincts are giving them credit for. That granola bar changed how I see my son."
- Rebecca B, mom of a 4 year-old boy