This parenting gig is tough. There are plenty of opportunities to question yourself. Should I have let her have that much extra honey on her oats this morning? Can she be trusted to thoroughly brush her teeth without a quality assurance check? Am I teaching her to be kind? Should we put more responsibility on her?
And then there are those moments when you know you nailed it.
Saturday I suspected that Nora was getting a cold. She developed a runny nose and sounded nasally when she spoke. Sunday morning, each sneeze brought a thick bead of snot and she had tell-tale purple circles under her eyes. She took a three and a half hour nap.
Later that evening, we had finished story time and she became upset that we hadn’t done our routine of yoga by candlelight. She cried hard, and a sharp intake of breath ran into all the mucus in her little body, she started coughing and caused a gag reflex. I knew she would throw up. I held my cupped hands in front of her mouth and the vomit poured into my hands. I called for Ben, who came running with a bowl and paper towels.
I had not spilled a drop. Clean bed, clean jammies. We brushed her teeth, got her a glass of water and snuggled her in bed.
Super mom. Bam.