good enough

Last night was a bit rough in one moment between me and Thing Two. And Thing One and Special K witnessed it. Suffice it to say, I yelled. Loudly. Enough to scare him. (and likely them)

Yeah, not my best parenting moment.

So... I need to write something that makes me feel like a good enough parent. To remind me that I am doing ok, and especially for me to read during those times when I don't feel like I deserve my kids... or they deserve better than me. (note to self: that is not a good place to stay).

Happy memory:
(you can actually read more about it here with more accurate details, but this is what I remember today)

Thing One was 5 years old, Thing Two was 2 and a half, and K was 1. We went on a family vacation for a week while my SuperHero was at a training. My job was to keep them busy for eight hours while he did that. (vacation, right?) One day I took them to the city pool in town, which was a zero depth entry. On a side note, those types of pools are perfect for little ones. Love them! Thing One was ready to dive in, much to my trepidation over his actual skills, K wanted to happily splash, and Thing Two wanted NOTHING of it. NOTHING. Tears, tantrums, etc. Couldn't even get him in the swim suit. Did I mention tantrums? Loud tantrums - at the side of the pool where all could sit back and witness how I managed this precious child while they soaked in the rays.  How the heck was I going to keep all three of my children happily entertained on this hot, hot day.

I was amazingly calm. Thing Two eventually got a bit wet, but not much. Thing One had a blast. K got to splash a bit. And Thing Two survived. And so did I.

The best part that makes it a happy memory was the grandmother who approached me as we were leaving and said, Honey, I have four of my own and I know that was not easy. You handled it beautifully.


That comment made my day. It actually made my vacation.

Ah... let the good feelings commence.
And replace those yucky ones.