Reality Check

I have a little gallery wall in my living room, and sometimes I change out the pictures or posters according to the holiday. Before Mother's Day, and in anticipation of having my mom over for dinner, I put up pictures of the kids and their grandmothers and me and the kids. I also filled another frame with this cute little print:

 

from a proffittable life

When Shayne read it, he said something like, "What's that for?" I joked, "For me! Don't you think I'm the best mom in the whole entire history of the world?"

Pause.

"Not really."

Ouch.

What happenend to that whole mother/son, my-mom-can-do-no-wrong bond we were supposed to have going on? His eyes weren't supposed to be open to my failings this early on!

And my incredulity at his response immediately set in the mother-guilt; he got embarrassed and started saying things like, "Sorry! You are! You are! Sorry!" And my favorite..."I didn't know!" As in, "I didn't know I was supposed to lie!" Ha! The fact that I made him feel like that is just another mark in the NOT the greatest mother of the world column for me.

Lesson: Apparently, I could do better. (Like I didn't know that one already!)