So all mothers know that there are just too many moments when you feel like a horrible mom, and then every once in a while you are rewarded with a good mommy moment where you feel like you might actually be doing something right. To demonstrate, here are a few memorable bad mother moments from the past:
- Jake climbing up and falling out of the cart at Costco (while I had my back turned) – onto his head – on the concrete floor. Much to the disapproving horror of several onlookers. He was about 2. Why he wasn’t strapped in, I don’t know. See what I mean? Bad mother.
- One of the boys (sadly I can’t remember which) crying off and on for an hour or two in the middle of the night – probably about 1 year old – me (lazy and unwilling to get out of bed) completely ignoring him – then going in the morning to discover that the poor kid had finally given up and slept the night away in a crib full of genuine, stinky, BARF. All over everything. Including him. Makes me want to cry just thinking about it.
- While painting our bedroom, I left a used but what I thought was DRIED paint tray out on the hall ledge. Brent and I finished painting with the door closed while we listened to the boys play right outside our room. I emerged to find Danny (about 11 months old) COVERED in white paint – not to mention the trail up and down the stairs, on the wood floors, on the walls, and all over the carpet. Brent somehow managed to get everything cleaned up with some super wet rags – but still, I’m pretty sure Danny ate more paint that day than is healthy. Can you say negligent??
So now that I’ve made myself look bad and scared all my friends away from ever asking for babysitting favors – I have two good mommy moments to share.
- Jake won his first award at school this week and according to his teacher, is doing awesome. I was excited to attend my first awards assembly of what I hope will be many. I realize it’s debatable how much credit I should receive for his achievement as a Kindergarten Writer of the Month, but I was definitely proud. Especially since I used to win awards for writing when I was little too. Sidenote: Jake brought home his first progress report today. Am I the only one who feels like I’m being graded as a parent at report card time?
- A few days ago Brent and I were explaining to Jacob about how when he gets older he will fall in love with a girl, get married, and then have his own family. He firmly denied that such a thing could ever happen. The next morning though, I overheard the ever older and wiser Jake passing on this life lesson to Danny – to which Jake added, “I’m going to marry Mom.” Awwww!
But maybe I’m being too sentimental…
The next day he said he was going to marry his Cheerios.
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