Yesterday was a day to remember, a triumph! A day that stands out from all the rest… why, you may ask? Because I felt like a really good mom, a really, really good mom! Could have been that my children were just very good, but no matter, I felt like I had done some good mothering. I’ve had my fair share of bad days, I’ll tell you that, but yesterday you would never have known. It was one of those days when everything transpires to work out, go right, run smoothly. Oh, what a triumph!
This is a photo taken towards the end of my triumphant day.
It started with a really peaceful early morning bottle/hot chocolate/coffee in bed. We smiled and hugged and sang ‘Incy Wincy Spider‘. K and T then played in the living room while A Good Man and I chatted about this and that. Everyone got dressed happily, no fight over ‘unspinny’ dresses nor itchy socks. Everyone ate their breakfast happily without throwing it on the floor. We all got into A Good Man’s truck and set out to get the beautiful cross-section of eucalyptus trunk I had persuaded/begged the tree feller to leave in the park for me. A Good Man declared that I had ‘done well’ to find us such a treasure and we happily discussed where in our garden we would put the gnome table and stump seats he was going to make with it. The kids will have a gorgeous picnic spot once it’s done. A Good Man then took K to play with her friend while T and I went to our waldorf-inspired Maple Cottage. It was, once again, magical. T and I picked K up for lunch and she came happily, without hiding from me or threatening that she’d rather be in their family than ours. We all declared our lunch yummy. T went straight to sleep for his nap. K played with her small kitchen while I tidied up my big kitchen. K and I then made playdough using a new recipe that turned out to be our best playdough ever. She played with it in her room, cooking her dolls a feast while I had a little time to myself (computering). T woke up happy. We filled Tuggie, our splash pool tugboat (yes, 80* here in SoCal) with water and K and T splashed around, painted and then watered the flowers for an hour. K taught me that the best way to water a garden was to do it with utter joy.
A Good Man dashed in from work to kiss us all goodbye as he dashed out to training (he coaches sport on Tuesday and Thursday evenings). Everyone was happy with the supper I served. We all delighted in the bubbles I blew at bath time. We enjoyed our bedtime story. K and T went to bed happily. No one called me back in for more water/another song/just one more kiss. I could get ready for a crafting evening with my two special friends.
I took this colourful photo of my friend, Y’s, wool roving.
We crafted for 2 wonderful hours. I am making Mother Earth for my, first, nature table. She is coming along nicely. I think I am going to give her a bun in her hair and make a wet felted earth for her to hold. I’ll post another photo when she is finished.
A Good Man came home just as we were wrapping up our crafting. My friends went home, we got into bed. I sighed contentedly and felt like a good mother and…
I lay awake… 11 p.m… could not fall asleep… 12 p.m… got up, read… 1 p.m… 2 p.m… finally!
Perfect is just out of reach, always! And I’m happy with that… what would I have to aspire to if a perfect day was actually perfect?