Good mothers pour homemade popsicles and perform finger plays, brush tiny teeth and fold little laundry.
Good mothers model manners instead of biting their tongues and counting to ten and still letting it slip.
Good mothers gaze at slumbering children instead of rushing away for a moment to themselves.
Today I was good enough.
I turned off the comments for this post. As much as I want our blog to be a place to record blessings, we do have bad days and I don't want to pretend otherwise (but I also don't want to beg sympathy). My mother sometimes reminds me that she occasionally felt the same way. And yet I worshipped her. So really, I know that good enough is good enough.
