Peanut Butter and Jelly and Regret

We all have those three things, but at the same time, almost everyday?  Let me explain.  Years ago, my sister and I were talking about how we make PB&J's like our old step mom used to make them, where the peanut butter was thick and the jelly was spread all the way to all the ends of the bread, cut in corners, crust off.  I had just started making these sandwiches for my, then, 2 year olds.  But I swore that I made them just like Jane, our ex Step Mom.  We agreed, she was the best.  Our Mother was in earshot. She didn't say anything.  Paige, my sister, and I have never even talked about this, but, I feel like, "Why did I say that?  In front of my Mom?"  She clearly heard it, it must have hurt in some small way.  I just finished making those darn sandwiches for my kid's lunches tomorrow, and every time I spread the peanut butter and cut the crust off, I think of how horrible it must have felt.  I mean every time, and I make them a lot.

  My kids will never have a step mom.  I don't know if that's good or bad.  I know that I will never have to hear that conversation, and that's good for me.  I would never want to be compared to some other woman when it comes to my children.

There's a difference between a single parent and an only parent.  I choose the latter and that is making all the difference in the world.  A little Frost

So, what to do about PB&J's?  My Mom would say, "What, I don't even remember that, what are you talking about?"..or.."Farrah, let it go, make a sandwich."

She is a wise woman.