The other day, my 4-year-old said to me, "Mommy, you are the very best mom."
"Oh, yeah? And what makes me the very best mom?"
"Because... because... because... you turned my Transformer back into a car."
Really? That's all it takes? Because if this is true, my standards and my son's standards are completely different. I know I'm way too hard on myself. But then again, most moms I know are.
I hope when my sons look back on their childhood they will remember all the times I was fully present with them. I hope they will remember all the times I made them feel important. And I hope they will forgive me for all the times I was distracted and impatient. All the times I said, "Not now. Mommy's busy." I make my fair share of mistakes. But maybe, to my son, it really doesn't matter, because I stopped whatever it was I was doing to turn his Transformer back into a car.
A child's ability to love unconditionally inspires me and gives me courage to accept my own humanity, my imperfections and limitations. I wonder if we have the capacity to love ourselves that much?
Today, that four-year-old is seven. Today, his dad, his younger brother and sister and I will meet him in his classroom and eat ice cream. And then, first grade will be over. He has learned so much this year. And this post from my archives reminds me of everything being his mom teaches me. But I'll tell you something. I got lucky that day. I have no idea how I turned that Transformer back into a car. I'm glad it's now collecting dust, along with the other Transformers, in the toy bin.