I was told last night at dinner by Josephine that she was not going to give me a “Mom Award” if I made her eat her dinner…
I looked at her with eyes of Superman steel, pointed to her seat, told her to get back in it, and that with or without that “Mom Award” I would survive just fine.
She sat back in her chair and told me that she “Doesn’t love Mommy and I wouldn’t get a cookie,” to which I replied, “I will also survive.”
She knew she was not winning any battle with her words, so she sat.
Mom Award? That’s right, I’ll give it to myself.
The three year old sat, ate, and even climbed in my lap for books, where she promptly snuggled up and went to sleep.
In Mom’s arms.
Josephine may not have awarded me the Mom Award last night, but, you see, we did not become moms for awards. We became moms to raise little people right. To be their moms. Not their buddies. Not their friends. Not the coolest person on the block.
Now, mind you, our block only has 3 houses, so I just may be the coolest person on the block (smile and wink in exaggeration, of course). But you get the point.
So, if your children do not award you the “Mom Award,” don’t run to your room crying.
Don’t beg them for it.
Don’t bring them the paper to make you the Gold Star to go on top.
Just accept it.
They’ll cuddle into your arms later, no matter what.
Because, even award-less, you are still their safest place.
And that is award enough for me.
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