Lately, I've tried to slow down and appreciate how amazing my kids are. They really are the best kids I know. Not just because they're my kids- but because they are so loving toward each-other and to me and to others. Thoughtful of other's feelings. Helpful. Polite in public places and at friends' houses. I know I had something to do with those attributes, but I feel like somehow you have to be born with a little of that goodness, right? I mean, we are all born GOOD- but for the goodness to shine through when you're 2 and 5 and 8. It shines all the time- here- now- in my life- everyday.
Every night when I go to sleep I beat myself up for that one thing I said that was mean- or that attitude I gave one little one.. and then I wonder why my 2 year old says "I love you so much mom" when she sees me struggling over something like a clogged vacuum cleaner. It makes me wonder who the adult is? Who the good one is? In return I started trying to notice the goodness in ME that I thought was gone from all the hours of worry and 'struggle' with everyday life.. and I realized that I am GOOD to them. I joke with them. I show how to make stuff. I make yummy snacks for them. I discuss their days with them. I hug them. I nurture them the only way a Mom can.
They forgive me when I'm grumpy and they wait for my smile every day-and when I look in to a little one's eyes and smile in to them- WE feel so GOOD!
