I know I’ve already included one conversation today, but this one really stuck with me and made me feel better, so I’m writing it down. Don’t read it if you don’t want to. (But you know you will. You always do.)
Bryan: What’re you thinking about?
Me: Nothing. Well, something. But something that makes me a bad mom.
Bryan: What?
Me: See, there’s a lot of times when I will forget that we have a baby. If he’s not in my arms, I’ll forget that anything’s changed. It’s like I forget him.
Bryan: That doesn’t make you a bad mom.
Me: Yeah, I’m pretty sure forgetting your child is the definition of a bad mom.
Bryan: No, it’s like this: do you remember when you first started driving? Everything you had to do.. blinkers, braking, your hands at ten-and-two.. everything was this huge thing. And you ran it over in your head all the time, even if you weren’t in the car. But then, after you’d been driving awhile, you didn’t have to think about those things all the time. They were second nature. You did them, and you executed them flawlessly, but it wasn’t something you had to really concentrate on. Your instincts just kicked in. And thusly, you are NOT a bad mom. You’re just a really good one.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why we are a fabulous team.
