Something Nice to Say...

Sometimes I worry. I worry that I don't know what I'm doing. I worry that I'm not a good parent.

Then again, maybe the fact that I worry means I am a good parent.

Sometimes, Little Man does something so simple, but it shows me that I must be doing something right. Now don't get me wrong. He has moments of chaos, days moments where he doesn't listen.

But then I find sweet little notes he's left for me.

(I love you mom to the end of the world.)

And I hear stories about school. How a little girl came to class, upset with her new haircut and Little Man went over to tell her that it looked nice. (Even if he confided in me later that he really liked it better the way it used to be.)

He's a good kid. And every second of chaos, every time he "doesn't hear" me, is completely worth it.

Sometimes, I just need to remind myself of that.