I Am Good

You’re doing it wrong, she said. I kept doing it my way. I wouldn’t do it that way, she stated emphatically. Her reiteration amused me. She has never had a child, yet she knows how I should raise my six. Let me show you how to do it, she suggested haughtily. I’m good, I replied. Wondering about her solitary life, and her all-knowing ways and her expert in child rearing How does she live by herself, wasting all of this wisdom?