Sometimes I'm a great mom...I'm on-task and flexible....loving and patient....focused on my children and not on the things in life that seem to take our time and attention away from what's important. Sometimes I have lunches packed, snacks fixed and dinner ready on time....I really listen to my son talk about whatever 11 year old boys talk about....and enjoy craft time with my daughter. I take them to the park or on a bike ride to expel some of that relentless energy that comes with a house full of children...and I have fun. Yesterday my daughter had a break-down at the amount of homework she had...so I sat with her and held her why she cried. I listened and rubbed her back....I played with her toes and stroked her hair....I gave her time to cry without trying to "make it better"...when she was done....she hopped up and did her homework without another word and I was proud of both of us.
But....sometimes I'm crabby and fuss at my kids for no good reason. Sometimes I see the disappointment on their faces when I say no...but I say it anyway. Sometimes I'm to hard on my daughter...and I see her struggle to explain and my heart hurts. Sometimes I steer them toward TV or computer so I can have a little more time.....sometimes I lecture my son...and keep going when I see sadness....sometimes I expect to much or to little. I'm so thankful my kids are who they are....they forgive me much easier than I forgive myself. I'll keep trying....
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