|'Mighty Mommy' cupcakes|
(decorated by my sprinkle helpers)
If my children could write a story about me, I think it would go something like above. In fact, all of the characteristics and feats mentioned were things my son and daughter complimented me on within the last week. And after single-handedly moving our small deep freezer outside to defrost, my kids dubbed me ‘Mighty Mommy.’
Yet, I have to marvel at the love affair young children have with their mothers. I’m no egomaniac. I haven’t deluded myself into believing I’m the world’s greatest mom. In fact, I see my flawed nature clearly and merely try to be the best mother be in my imperfection. Still, my children never see my flaws, only the best in me.
I’m carrying around extra weight. I’m in desperate need of a fashion makeover. And my hair gets crazier than an electrocuted mad scientist. All they see, though, is the most beautiful mommy ever.
Sometimes I’m crabby and irritable because I have extremely long days. My to-do lists frequently spill into the next day since there’s never enough hours in the day. I don’t always laugh or have enough fun. And sometimes, I take life much too seriously. Nevertheless, they only perceive the coolest, most fun mommy in the world.
What is it that makes young children adore their parents so? Is it something we don’t see in ourselves? Are we so critical of ourselves that we’ve lost touch with reality? Or is this love, so unconditional and strong, how we all are meant to love each other always? What do you think?