Mom knows

Sometimes as the Mom you hit it just right. You have one of those "damn I am good" moments that reaffirms your belief in parenting. I think any of you who have a kid or even have been one will know exactly what I am describing. Tonight I was at Borders trying to find a new book, like I don't have enough to occupy my time... and I saw the sequel to Ian's favorite book Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Keep in mind this was the first book he couldn't put down. It was the first book he was sad to finish because he wouldn't have it to read anymore. It is the first chapter book he has ever read twice. His teacher suggested that, man she is brilliant sometimes. I picked it up without much thought. I brought it home without knowing that he did not know it existed. I was totally unaware that the response was going to be SWWWWEEEEET! followed by a marathon reading session. Did I mention he forgot his quest for wii batteries to READ? Had I known any of those things, I would have been more excited to get it home. I would have been prepared for the way that it was going to make my night to see my little boy thrilled.

I remember moments from my own childhood that felt this way. When my mom knew to fill the shoes I put outside my door to try what I had heard about St. Nickolas day (even though it wasn't the right day) for example. Like the leather jacket that my parents bought me in High School even though I had plenty of jackets. Like the blue ten-speed bike that I got when my brother was getting a moped, even though I hadn't asked for one. They knew me. That went so far towards these little moments.

It is tough being a mom sometimes. Let's face it much of the time. You get the abuse of the crabby kids, the blame when it goes wrong, the mundane tasks, and the guilt. I'll take the small victories, and appreciate that just knowing I knew him well enough to get the great BIG smile.