I just had a long blog typed and edited and re-edited it. I just erased it all. It’s as simple as this…
I don’t have time to do everything…but when I go to bed what sits heaviest with me is “are my kids happy? Did I do what I needed to for them? Did I do a little more than that for them?”
I wonder if they see me as a failure or a Mom they are proud of. The rest of my family, my friends, my boss, my co-workers…I worry about pleasing them, too. But at the end of the day…My kids are what rank on my “pleasing” meter. And when I say pleasing, I mean bring them joy in some manner. That comes in many different forms.
As I was putting the finishing touches on my silly, food-colored shamrock on shepherd’s pie for dinner tomorrow night, I was wondering why I do that. I guess it’s my little way of saying “I love you guys” and that they are worth putting a little extra effort into to seeing a smile on their (rolling their eyes) faces.
I don’t have time for everything…but there are some special people in my life worth going the extra mile for.
The Mom with laundry to do, dishes in the sink, trash that wasn’t taken to the curb last Thursday…shall I go on?