Yesterday was a good day. It's rare to be able to say that as a mom (at least for me). In fact, I clearly remember one of my other "I might actually be a good mom" days, which proves how few and far between they are. Amanda was two. We had walked to the Starbucks in the shopping center near our home, getting fresh air and exercise. After stopping at the drug store where I ended up buying this cute Sesame Street activity set that was marked way down, she sat at Starbucks and played quietly while I drank coffee and worked on my Bible study lesson. Terry traveled frequently at that time, so often her dinner was whatever two year olds eat (pretzels? crackers? peanut butter and jelly?), but I had bought some kid TV dinners on sale, and that night I served her macaroni and cheese with a side of broccoli and she at it all. I felt like I had it all together.
Yesterday was no one big spectacular moment, but just a series of things like Kyle telling me, "Thank you for going on the bumpy roads," as we pulled up to preschool, coupled with the memory from the evening before when Amanda said, "I like that you said you think I'm more responsible."
After dropping Kyle off, I went to my very part-time job for a few hours, for which I've been very thankful since I am enjoying adding some sort of wage-earning into my mom-schedule. When I picked him up, he was absolutely beaming. We had a happy chat on the way home about his day, and he was already making plans for when we got home: "I don't want to take a nap yet. Wanna play a game? That red and yellow game?" (Don't ask me). We did play games--a few rounds of Lucky Ducks, which he won two out of three and this cute Go Fish fishing game, where I also got trounced.
While he napped, I sat outside on my front porch and blogged and emailed. It was a beautiful warmishly cool Fall afternoon. I was productive and refreshed.
When Amanda got home, I supervised her chore of cleaning the bathrooms. Afterwards when I said, "You did a great job, and I really appreciate it. It's not really worth complaining about, is it?" she actually said that it was fun.
While the siblings played nicely together, I worked on the laundry (washing, drying, and putting away two loads). The TV was barely on all day.
I greeted Terry with a smile and a kiss when he came home and I got a cheerful husband and a kiss in return.
This reads like a hodgepodge of "this is what we did today," but it's so much more to me. It's a written record that can stand in contrast to all those days when I feel (because I am) lazy, unmotivated, unproductive, and irritable. Doing it "right" isn't that much harder than making wrong choices all day.