As I was saying to some of my most uncompromising friends yesterday, I had a "terrible mother moment" in which I shocked even myself. My little brainiac, Toe, was receiving an award--his third this year--for his academic excellence (reading, science and now math), and I had a brief inward groan of, "oh no, another awards ceremony!" I know, it's awful.
I have no defense except to say that I was in pain level 9, which is just less than childbirth, and makes me extremely intolerant and squirmy. And then there was immediate regret and self-reproval, followed by a whole lotta hugga-kissin' of my beautiful, brilliant boy. Also cake--not just any cake--but a Toe-specific request for "mommy's white cake with the cherries on top." That last part nearly put me in my grave, but that is motherhood. A deathmarch through paradise.
Call on Jesus and forgive?
So, congratulations to my firstborn son, a favorite of mine among miracles!