“It’s 7:45 in the evening, and I’m finally heading home with my two girls,” writes Samm Davidson. “Their big brothers are still at football practice, where my husband is coaching, so I just picked the girls up from the sidelines, where they’ve been not-so-patiently waiting while I finished up work for the day. Ideally, they would have been home — fed, bathed, and in their pajamas — by this time of night. That’s definitely where my older kids were at their age. But with two older brothers and a wild family schedule, it’s a daily shuffle of driving, dropping, and watching. One that requires my littles to get dragged just about everywhere. And I’m starting to feel guilty about it.” Or at least, she was — until her mom said something that made her think. Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |