I’ll admit now that I didn’t grow up in a June Cleever household. My mom owned her own business with employees and big ambitions so I never had any expectations that parents should always and only be thinking about their kids. On the other hand, she picked me up from practice every evening and when I was sick, she would come home for lunch to make me soup. Now that I am a working adult, I can just imagine her announcing to her business partners in the middle of a busy day – whoops gotta go make soup. I didn’t appreciate that conflict at the time. What kid would. But, I do now.