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Julius Caesar has long been my favorite work of William Shakespeare. I am drawn to the political intrigue, the betrayal, the powerful words of Marc Antony.
One line from the play has always remained lodged in my mind:
“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.”
The line often pops into my head when I feel unjustly persecuted or blamed. Shakespeare understood hundreds of years ago that human nature causes us to feel self-centered and unjustly targeted.
While I recognize I am not now nor was I ever a perfect mother, I do know was not a terrible mother. I never missed a school event. I made the dioramas. I read with my kids every night. I helped them prepare for no fewer than three competitive spelling bees.
I ran school carnival booths. I made the calls to the principals and superintendents when unjust policies were implemented.
My house was the spot where my son’s friends always came to hang out.
I gave an epic Jackass themed birthday party when my son turned 13 that remains legendary among his friends.
While my ex-husband often wouldn’t get up early on Saturdays, I never missed one of my daughter’s soccer games. I made sure stayed involved in tennis, soccer, and swimming.
I sharpe…
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Julius Caesar has long been my favorite work of William Shakespeare. I am drawn to the political intrigue, the betrayal, the powerful words of Marc Antony.
One line from the play has always remained lodged in my mind:
“The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.”
The line often pops into my head when I feel unjustly persecuted or blamed. Shakespeare understood hundreds of years ago that human nature causes us to feel self-centered and unjustly targeted.
While I recognize I am not now nor was I ever a perfect mother, I do know was not a terrible mother. I never missed a school event. I made the dioramas. I read with my kids every night. I helped them prepare for no fewer than three competitive spelling bees.
I ran school carnival booths. I made the calls to the principals and superintendents when unjust policies were implemented.
My house was the spot where my son’s friends always came to hang out.
I gave an epic Jackass themed birthday party when my son turned 13 that remains legendary among his friends.
While my ex-husband often wouldn’t get up early on Saturdays, I never missed one of my daughter’s soccer games. I made sure stayed involved in tennis, soccer, and swimming.
I sharpe…
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