I love that my kids are still young enough to think that way about me. I know that very soon they may change their minds, when they realize I'm not a rock star or a genius or anything. That time is coming sooner than I care to admit. Sometimes I can physically feel them slipping away from me...
But for now, they still cuddle with me, they still look up to me for most things, and they still let me kiss them good bye (well, Connor won't if anyone is around. Like I said, the time is coming. But when it's him and me, he's still my little guy). They make me feel special even when I don't feel that way about myself.
At bedtime tonight we read Me and My Mom. This book is so sweet. The bear thinks it's mother is better than perfect and follows her around doing everything she does. She wants to be just like her when she grows up. Jenna says "just like me mom."
I can't imagine why she wants to be like me, but if I can be half as good an example to her as she thinks I am I'll be happy. If I can be half as awesome as that I'll be happy. It makes me want to do things that make her want to look up to me, which means living my life for me as well as for her. I want her to see that I have interests, goals and that I'm good at other things than just being her mom. So she can have even more reason admire me as a person, not only a mom. She makes me want to be the best mom, but also the best person that I can be.
Being a mom can be very inspiring.
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