Each night as I put Amazing M to bed, I tell her that I love her, to dream big and that anything is possible. Most days I also thank her for a beautiful day.
Today was not one of those days. Many falls, many tantrums, many tears. Spoon chucking, food chucking, milk refusal and ipad demands wore me down. I must have repeated the “I love myself, I love myself, I love myself” mantra as much as I bellowed out “No!” to M.
Ah, good old self love. When a full tub of Ben and Jerry’s is a fifteen minute walk away, I have to turn to it . Sure, it didn’t make M drink or eat what I wanted her to, or stopped her from having ten minute crying tantrums. But it was soul food that I needed when I was on the verge of a dozen melt downs.
How great does it feel when someone tells you that they really really love you? I don’t know about you, but I love it. I glow, I do mental cartwheels and I just can’t help smiling. If you let others love you, why not do the same for yourself? I think it’s the best thing you could give yourself. A Birken bag doesn’t even come close.
As imperfect as you are, deliciousmother, I love you. You are a good enough mother, and that is good enough!