So for the rest of the day, I caught all of my imperfections as a mommy.
Would a Mom Of The Year allow he toddler to shake, squeeze, chew on and play with a (not yet purchased) giant bag of Cheerios in order to get some grocery shopping done? Probably not.
Would a Mom Of The Year allow her toddler to run out in the way-too-tall grass barefoot when it's raining/sprinkling outside, just because he WANTS to [also? it's pretty cute the way he grabs/rubs his head when he feels a raindrop hit it]? Probably not.
Would a Mom Of The Year be so lacking in outdoor toys [thank you, apartment living] that her child has nothing but an exercise ball to play with outside? Probably not.
Would a Mom Of The Year play Yo Gabba Gabba/Baby Einstein/Veggie Tales on her phone just to get said toddler to eat a sufficient amount of food? Probably not.
Obviously, I'm NOT Mom Of The Year. But you know what? I'm choosing to be okay with that. I think I'm a great mom and I'm really and honestly doing the very best that I can at this whole motherhood thing, and that's what counts, yes?
So tell me, mommies, what are your imperfections as a mom? What do you do that makes you a "mean" mommy?
One more thing, tomorrow is Jax's 15 month appointment [he's almost 16 months but his pediatrician likes to have his well checks closer to his adjusted age (which is 14 months)] and I am fairly positive that his doctor will be less than impressed with the fact that my child refuses to eat anything but purees meant for 6-9 month babies.
Which means? Therapy. That will take a HUGE chunk out of our wallets I am sure, and I don't think any mom likes to hear that their little one is "behind" or "lacking", but it is what it is, and I am more than willing to bring him to regular therapy sessions if it means we can get him to eat like a normal child.
So people, get your e-hugs ready. I'm gonna need 'em!