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So I was noticing that my “I’m Not Going To Win Mother of The Year” category wasn’t getting many posts from me for a while now. That got me to wondering: “Am I a better mother than I used to be?” You know, gaining confidence, getting my act together. Or am I just obsessing less? Not sweating the small stuff. Letting go of perfectionism. Like, after Tater Tot has popped a cracker from her car seat in her mouth, asking her what kind of cracker to judge how old it is. “Fishie cracker? No worries, that’s only two days old.”

After ruminating on this for a bit, I’m still not sure what the answer is. Probably a little bit of both. I’m sure that I have become more confident in my mothering skills. You can’t be the mother of a toddler and not have learned some things. I’m also equally sure that I have loosened up a bit on the perfectionism. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a looong way to go on that one. But I am very aware of not imposing that on her. It’s bad enough that I impose it on myself. I do NOT want her to be like me in that respect. Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t want her to be like me in lots of respects. And, no, this isn’t Low Self-Esteem Hour here. I’d just love to be able to save her from some of the stuff that I’ve been through. Wouldn’t we all like to do that for our kids?

Whatever the answer, rest assured that there will still be posts in the “I’m Not Going to Win Mother of the Year” category. There always will be posts in that category. Because the Little Ones, they “test the Momma” and stretch you to capacity sometimes. Then you grow. Funny how that works…