Sometimes I still think I’m kind of failing at the mom thing. I worry that I’m not spending enough time with my kid, that I’m not teaching her the right things, that I’m not doing “it” right, that I don’t love her enough. Rationally I know this is totally, completely crazy, but let’s face it — it’s hard to be rational 100% of the time.
One evening last week around 11:00, Emma suddenly started wailing. I was upstairs in the bonus room, and it took me a moment to figure out what was going on. Emma has been such a champion sleeper for so long now, and waking up crying is very unusual. Just as my brain realized it was her, I also heard clearly what she was saying. She was calling for us.
“Mama, dada! Waaaaaah! Mama, dada!”
I was halfway down the stairs before I even realized I had gotten up, and in that moment, I felt such an uncontrollable urge to make it better, to run into her room and hug her to pieces — so I did exactly that. A few minutes and a few backrubs later, she was sound asleep again.
I think I’m doing ok at the mom thing after all.