During my run today, I recalled these moments and recognized that I don't do everything right and I fail miserably at being a mom more often than I care to admit, but I must be doing something pretty ok. Maybe I don't color coordinate socks every day, maybe I don't speak in a low volume while instructing the boys to stop arguing over the same toy over and over, maybe they eat toaster waffles (this makes me cringe but we do it often anyway), and maybe I forget to finish the laundry I started but by God my kids know how to behave in a pretty civilized eating establishment. And one is starting to understand what a balanced meal looks like, he didn't even eat all his fries!
My husband informs me I am brave to take them places by myself, they are still very young and both can be a bit zany. But if we never give them chores or small tasks (so much easier to do it ourselves), if we never step out the door and show them this world how are they going to navigate? Most likely they will find a way but giving them a nudge, inspiring them as you see fit is a rare and surprising bonus of parenting. We get to teach them, we get to help them grow, we get to encourage a path toward becoming a good citizen, a loving person. If my boys care about what others might be feeling, if they understand, express and practice empathy then my heart is full. And if they say please and thank you without prompting my cup is overflowing. Maybe next time one is going to cry, odds are something like thrown ice or spilled lemonade will occur. But this won't stop me from trying and heading down the road for another adventure. And Max summed up our outing perfectly, "Mommy that was the best meal ever, how many more sleeps until we go to another restaurant?".
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