One of the most challenging aspects of motherhood, for me, is to be "on" all the time. Especially when worlds collide, the Universe explodes and all hell breaks loose. I harbor tremendous guilt when I realize my own selfish baggage impacts my kids.
"Mama, I don't like you better than a cookie. You are way sweeter than a cookie."
And then, the clouds part, the sun shines and I realize that forgiveness is what it's all about.
(Ramona, I could never love any cookie more than you, either.)