I haven’t been feeling very good about my parenting recently. My focus has been on all the failures I make as a mother and I’ve been wallowing in my shortcomings.
So to combat the spiraling vortex of motherhood doldrums, I am posting three small successes that make me feel like I am doing something–anything!–right.
My children recognize Elvis Presley songs–I guess I play them enough on my iPod! I’m proud that they recognize and sing along to Elvis. Furthermore, they are reverent of Elvis the King and always call him as such. Never just Elvis, or even Elvis Presley. Nope. He is always referred to as Elvis the King.
I am not ever bothered in the middle of the night if my kids awaken. They know to go to Daddy. Even as a baby, Cupcake would shout, “Daaaaaaddy!” from her crib. These days, the kids simply head to The Husband’s side of the bed if they need something.
I am teaching my kids which sports team to love, and which we don’t. Bito intrinsically knows that the Yankees are a hated team and automatically roots against them. And anytime the Redskins are mentioned or a Redskins logo is spotted, Cupcake and BabyMuffin automatically shout, “Go Redskins!”
Small successes indeed, but at this point, I’ll take them.
Very cute. I wish my children had of picked my husband! LOL