If people lived by the credo of "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," I'm not sure blogger - let alone the internet - would have been invented.
So I will not whine about my raging mid life crisis. How I have reached a certain age where I truly need makeup yet can barely find the time to apply it.
I could tell you about the cold fear in my belly as I fished my daughter from the pool, having realized she was struggling to breathe in the five seconds I turned my back. How the look on her face in that moment keeps me up at night.
My depression over our trips to Florida -and California - being cancelled because our house ate our bank account was a strong contender.
Instead, I will tell you about Harlow staring at my belly.
"Mama, look at how fat your belly is," she said. I stared down at her, eyebrows raised.
"Please," she added.
Because if I want to leave you with anything, it is that politeness right there? That is the product of awesome parenting.