He brings up a good point, as sometimes I feel as though my “nurture gene” was lost along the way.  If I’m being honest with myself, I have to admit that working from home (or Panera while sipping on a latte and soaking up the WIFI) is easier than getting down on my kid’s level, letting go of my worries, and simply playing sometimes. It’s easier to edit someone else’s words than constantly pick apart my own as I address my daughter or second guess yet another parenting decision.  After eight years in the mothering business, I still feel like an amateur.