From Kindergarten all the way to my high school graduation I always received good grades. College... well, I admit I did slack for a bit, but in the end, I did well.
As a parent, it's another story. Some days I feel like I'm just not making the grade. I see little girls with pretty bows and clips in their hair. I know kids who have eggs and pancakes for breakfast. On a school day!
As long as GG's hair is brushed in the morning I am happy. And breakfast, we have waffles. The frozen kind you heat in the toaster. Sometimes it's cereal, but they have been on a serious waffle kick as of late. More GG. Little Dude is leaning towards French toast. Again, the frozen, pre-packaged stuff.
I am not a morning person. Never was. Even if I was up that early and had time to do such things, I wouldn't have the energy.
But just when I start to feel like I can do so much more to be a better parent, GG opens her mouth. Her words fill my heart and bring a tear to my eye.
GG to Little Dude: "Mom is the best mom ever!"
She's been saying this a lot lately because Little Dude keeps asking about a traumatic event in GG's life from 3.5 years ago.
My mom and I took the kids and hit the mall. At that time GG was 3 and she had a very special blanket - her Nene. It was a fuzzy Winnie the Pooh blanket with alphabet blocks on it and it went EVERYWHERE with her.
At some point during our excursion, she had to use the bathroom. I set Nene down on top of the paper towel holder. We went back to the food court to help my mom clean up from our meal and headed to the exit. Once both kids were in the car and buckled, GG freaked out. We never took Nene down from the paper towel holder.
I ran through the mall. I scoured the food court, looked in every bathroom (3 year olds pee a lot so we toured a few), and stopped to ask someone at the customer service desk. All this with tears in my eye. I couldn't bear to see the face of my baby girl when I didn't return with her lovey.
The look in her eyes when I returned to the car empty handed broke my heart. My mom and I cried right along with her. I tried explaining that she had a plethora of other blankets, just as soft. And mounds upon mounds of stuffed animals. But I knew those were lies. Nothing can replace Nene.
This is the one and only time in my life I will probably ever say this...
Thank god for Wal Mart!!!
Until next time....