being mom

Some Awe

My kids are awesome.

I mean this in the truest sense of the word: they put me in awe.

Don’t get me wrong: I’m not trying to engage in some stupid my-kid-was-toilet-trained-first nonsense; I’m sure your kids are awesome too. And in the interest of our friendship, I’ll even pretend that they’re as awesome as mine.

Witness: 5 hour drive to Guelph that stretches to 8, and instead of a whine fest I am treated to full-blown musical theater from the back seat. Dramatis personae include a moose, a giraffe, and The Bad Bad Zebra. When hand-puppets start to get old, they become foot-puppets. And the screeching is happy screeching… most of the time.

Witness: Meena puts down her fork and says to me, “Mommy, thank you for making such a yummy dinner.” Really? REALLY? You, my dear, can have spaghetti ANY TIME YOU WANT.

Witness: Boo stops jumping on the bed, points at her sister and declares, “YOU – are my favourite friend.”

I’m not here to take credit for my kids’ awesomeness, the same way I try not to take it personally when there are, well, hints of un-awesomeness. But is it ever nice, once in a while, in the midst of agonizing and questioning every single parenting decision I ever make, to sit back and think “well, I can’t be screwing it up TOO badly.”

6 Comments

    1. Thanks Chantal. Nice to remember these bits instead of thinking about the scream-fest when I dropped Meena off at daycare at lunch today :P.

    1. 🙂 I figure I’ve been complaining enough lately, I should probably at least attempt some positivity once in a while 🙂

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