Crappy dinosaur-phone picture of bubbles that you can't see. All the spots on the ground, those are them. |
Anyway, Mark decided to stop taking naps a few weeks ago, and therefore he sleeps pretty early now. Around 8 o'clock, I pointed out that it was about his usual bedtime and that I should probably get him home, especially after a day of playing in the heat. He was starting to get to that "I hate everything" stage that only tired kids have perfected and no mom wants to deal with that even a minute longer than they can help, am I right?
I decided to wipe Mark down to the best of my ability in case he fell asleep in the car, which he often does. Because of his eczema, we have to use gentle soaps to ensure that his skin will not be all scaly the next day, and I had forgotten to bring it with us or to leave some there. I told Daniel that was I going to put Mark in his pajamas for the ride home; "If he falls asleep in the car, then at least I feel like he's decently clean and comfortable," I told him, "and if he doesn't, he'll get a bath as soon as we get there."
He looked at me and said, "That's a great idea, babe. You've got this mom thing figured out." And he said it so lovingly that I couldn't help but melt.
I don't, though. I don't know if anyone ever has this mom thing figured out. We learn as we go and every single moment is a surprise even if we planned it down to a "T"--our kids don't follow plans. And then someday there will be second babies and we'll have to plan all over again because human beings just insist on being individuals.
I really like that I make it seem that way, though. I'm happy to be a mom, even if an imperfect one. Maybe the joy that comes from really loving something (or someone) is enough.
While there are definitely days where we all swear we're a horrible parent, I love the days when we're all tucked into bed and everyone is clean and happy because SOMETHING went right. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the kids, maybe the stars were aligned right, but whatever, things went awesome and that's all that matters. I'm glad you had someone acknowledge one of your many moments of awesome. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree, some days I am just not pleased with myself, but in the end there's this happy, healthy kid who loves me. Sometimes it feels nice to be reminded of it. :)
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