You’ll all be relieved to know that we are maybe kind of sort of getting over this ridiculous virus. What was originally estimated to last 3 days at most is now on day 6 for Apple. In case you are wondering, I think this is stupid.
Anyway, the whole delightful experience has me thinking about how I deal with all the similarly delightful things that go with being a parent. Realization: I take more than my share of blame for all the things that go wrong for my family. I do not take similar credit for all the things that go right.
When my kids are sick, naughty, or sad, I am constantly wondering what I should’ve done differently. That isn’t to say that I don’t grasp the reality of germs, toddlerhood, or normal human emotion — just that as their mother, I know how central a role I can play. And sometimes I overestimate what I can realistically prevent.
Of course, my children are almost always healthy, usually well-behaved, and generally very happy. Who did that, I wonder?
To my knowledge, the readers of this blog are almost all mothers — or parents of some ilk. Please join me today, because I am celebrating. I am giving myself credit, because I am doing a pretty darn good job — not alone, of course, but still a good job. I have nourished and protected three children since conception. Since their births, I have sheltered and taught them, and they are showing the fruits of my labors. They are beautiful, smart, and joyful, and I had something to do with it.
Give yourself a little credit today, too.