It is. The girls woke up this morning their bright, smiley, cuddly selves. We snuggled on the couch while we watched a movie, and now they are sitting together on the oversized chair in the living room, coloring in the Ratatouille coloring book. They are taking turns and sharing, something we work on every day. And they are getting it. Because Marcus and I are teaching them. Because I am a good mom. I know I am.
Thank you to everyone who commented or emailed me yesterday (especially Hannah, whose email had me in tears). I’m feeling much brighter today…in fact, I feel a bit invincible. The girls spend the day at nursery today, and I’m determined to catch up on my writing and the house a bit. So that when they get home I can play with them, without feeling those things looming over me.
I suppose every mother has days and moments like this. The funny thing is, though, that I think many women keep them to themselves. It’s the same with many of the struggles I’ve found in parenting. When I voice them, women around me say, “Oh my gosh, I feel the exact same way.” But they aren’t found in books or magazines, and most of us don’t talk about them.
I wonder if we’d all feel like better mothers if we did.