Being a mom is hard. Being a working mom? Well, that’s even harder. I think (as I’ve never done it any other way, I really wouldn’t know). I constantly worry that the choices I’m making are going to have lasting consequences for my daughter.
I worry that she’ll have behavior problems as a middle schooler (studies have shown daycare kids often do).
I worry that she’ll struggle with obesity before she’s 10 (because, you know, that’s what processed foods do to you and I can’t control what she eats at daycare) ((Also, I’m often too tired to put anything but chicken nuggets in front of her)).
I worry that she’ll have abandonment issues, or feel unloved, or grow up to be a serial killer (doesn’t everyone worry about that last one?).
But, in honor of Mother’s Day, I’ve decided to give myself break. We’re two years in, and so far she seems to be a pretty delightful human being. So here, for your reading pleasure (and my future reminder) are five things I know I’m doing right (even if I don’t know how I’m doing it).
I’ve created a book lover. My Tori has a room full of toys. But when left on her own, more often than not she’ll head for the bookcase and start “reading” to herself. Since I started reading to her when she was three weeks old, I take credit for that (but you may hold your applause until she makes her Valedictorian speech 16 years from now).
I’ve convinced her that vegetables are tasty. This kid loves vegetables. Carrots, broccoli, corn, beans – heck, she’ll even eat cauliflower. I’m pretending that’s because of the super duper healthy diet I ate when I was pregnant (just nod and smile).
I’ve taught her messy is cool. Our house is messy. It always has been and always will be. If she’s going to survive her, she needs to be messy too. And she is. When I put away her toys? She immediately dumps them on the floor (no I’m not really proud of this one. But it’s either laugh or cry. I choose to laugh).
I’ve taught her that socks don’t have to match. Mismatched socks have always been a statement of mine (mostly because I’m too lazy to pair them up). So it was important to me that she follow in my footsteps (so I don’t have to pair them up). And she has. When allowed to pick out her own socks, she almost inevitably reaches for two completely different colors. A lifetime of awesome style choices is sure to follow.
I’ve taught her to be a hugger. I have a thing about personal space. I always get awkward and stiff when someone gives me a hug (and don’t get me started on those cheek kisses). But somehow, I’ve managed to raise a kid without that issue. She’d hug the cashier at the grocery store if I let her.
So there you have it. Five little things I’m doing right…or at least, five things I can pretend to take credit for. This Mother’s Day, I’m giving myself the title of Awesome Mom. And you should too. Because you are – even if you don’t have kids yet.