I'm doing OK

Just watching my youngest baby sleep, loving her and cherishing her, I got to thinking about the good stuff that happens around here...

You know when you read an article about a person and they talk about their idyllic childhood? And so many times you (or I) wonder how our children will look back on their time with us...and you worry about the times you've yelled, or been crazy mama, or if you've spent enough time playing with them and so on.

It occurred to me that I'm living out a lot of my romantic ideas of motherhood...it will be for them to judge when they're older how their childhood stacks up but I'm glad so far of the things I think they'll look back and remember...

That mum loved to be in the kitchen preparing yummy foods for them...
That mum loved to knit and knit and knit...(M didn't believe me when I said I didn't knit the jumper I was wearing yesterday "but it's made of wool?", as if that proves I must have made it!)
That nothing got between mum and the footy and it was accepted that she would be watching her team when they were on...
That mum got happy when the music she loved was blaring and danced everyone around the room with her...
That mum (and dad) read to them each and every day...
That mum nursed her babies, each and every one. If they don't remember nursing themselves they will at least remember their siblings nursing...
That never a day passed when mum (and) dad didn't kiss and cuddle them many times over and whisper words of love...

None of these things make us good or better and of course we're far from perfect. But surely they mean we are doing ok. I am doing OK.