I found one for you, Jo!
There seems to be a number of mothers who want to partake in the joys of a conference. And here’s one for you if you share such desires: The Bad Mothers’ Conference.
Now some may think there is something creepy, or even outrageous, to celebrate the horrors we inflict upon our children, and ourselves, as we muddle through life. Give me the self-deprecating humour of a (not really) bad mother who is self-aware. (And puts aside some money for future therapy for her children. Everyone is scarred in some way by their parents. And, hey, if they don’t need it, you have the funds for a holiday on an island resort.)
This is one of my favourite Bad Mothers’ Club meetings: The Christmas meeting.
If you are helicopter parent who won’t let her children take risks or, heaven forbid, fail; who fights every battle for them (even those they didn’t know they had); and who micromanages their life, including their homework, maybe you should read this Why Parents Need to let their Children Fail.