Most of the time I walk around feeling like a complete failure as a mother. This is partly because my kids weren’t potty trained until they were four, partly because they can’t read, and partly because nobody ever tells you that you are doing a good job as a mother unless you give them a piece of chocolate cake or take them to McDonalds for lunch.
Oh, and if you take them to McDonalds for lunch, even though the children might compliment your mad parenting skills there will be another grown up frowning at you for feeding your kids garbage for lunch.
That being said, every once in a while I can see I am actually doing something right. The daughter who wouldn’t leave my side for a year went happily to school with a neighbor while I stayed home with her sick brother.
She didn’t complain. She was excited to go to school after two snow days in a row.
She also made some art for her grandmother the other day and asked for an envelope and a stamp. I wrote all the information on piece of paper for her and she copied down the address onto the envelope.
And I could read it.
This morning she got dressed all by herself. The outfit was weather appropriate and it sort of matched. Then she put her pajamas in her hamper without me nagging her to do so.
She slid on the ice and fell down on her butt no less than five times on our short walk two houses away and she was cool with it. It wasn’t a big deal.
This is the same girl that cried every single day I dropped her off at school when she was two. This is the girl who has to sit next to me at every meal. The little girl who told me I was ruining her life because I made her wear gloves in the snow. The girl who refused to go to school for two weeks because her twin brother had his tonsils and adenoids taken out and she wouldn’t go alone. The same little girl who wouldn’t go outside and play in the snow the first year and a half we lived here because she hated it so much.
Somehow we have brought her this far.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not so bad at this parenting thing after all.Sorry for the lack of picture in this post. It turns out I don’t have ANY recent photographs of me and my daughter together. I guess not much had changed in 3 1/2 years.