Honestly, I don't give myself enough credit for my parenting wins. I know this, because I was recently asked, "What do you do really well as a mom?" and I totally blanked out. Literally nothing came to mind.
Nothing? Nothing. C'mon, Beth.
It's very much in my personality to focus on my shortcomings, to the exclusion of remembering that actually, I do some things very well. Like when I go out to my little garden and see all the weeds and the dead columbine and tell the Hubs that I have a black thumb, without stopping to notice that my Bee's Balm, lobelias, and geraniums are doing so well. What is it about me, that judges my entire performance by the failures, instead of seeing the whole picture?
Totally what I do in parenting. At the end of the day, I think about how I failed at that discipline juncture, or about how I set my kid back in potty training by accidentally teaching her that poop is "yucky," or about how I enable her shyness too much.
But it feels weird to talk about parenting wins, you know? Like you're bragging. Our culture hates a bragger. Especially a Mommy Bragger, who stands at the edge of the playground declaring how her kid is just the smartest, most athletic, cutest, most perfect child on the planet.
My kid isn't perfect. This post isn't about that. It's about realizing that I do some stuff well.
I'm sick of spending the end of the day in a solid session of ticking through all the things I didn't do perfectly. I have mom skills. I'm going to talk about them now.
My kid is awesome at cleaning up after herself. This is because, at the age of 9 months, I started training her with the clean up song to put her toys back in the bucket from whence they came. And now, all I have to do is hum the first couple bars, and she nearly always follows through with clean up. Sort of in a Pavlovian way. :) It's fabulous.
My kid eats almost everything. And that's because I fed her almost everything. Occasionally she'll spit out an unwanted green pepper or whatever, but heck yes this child loves broccoli, tomatoes, hummus and salsa. I love that I don't have to feed her nothing but PB&J.
My kid already has academic skills that I used to work on with preschoolers, back in the day when I taught preschool. She can read her name and my name and daddy's name. She can count to 10 (skips 5 every time; we're working on it.) She can sort by color and match fairly detailed pictures. She loves books and is starting to learn her letters. She's learning fast! And I am teaching her!
My kid knows stuff about Jesus. Like that he made all this stuff, and that he loves her. She loves reading her storybook Bible and I'm pretty sure she has a crush on Jesus, b/c she talks about him a lot. Okay, so this is a Jesus win, but I did teach her some stuff about him.
Boom. Roasted. I do stuff well. And I'm not afraid to talk about it. :)