Momma in the Valley

I am a proud mommy. I’m not exactly proud of myself or my abilities. Yes, “I am woman, hear me roar.” Yes, I have some qualities that help me be the best mommy I can be. But I am certainly not perfect. I get frustrated. I forget to have Samuel brush his teeth sometimes. I forgot to brush my own some mornings (don’t judge!). But I am not proud of myself. I am proud of my little boy who is both slowly and quickly becoming not so little. This pride is something I feel beam inside of me when he helps me with the dishes or shows me some new skill I didn’t expect. It is also a pride that quickly shrinks to humility when Samuel hits his cousin or says a certain phrase beginning with “oh!” And ending with “it” that we all know he has heard Mommy say a few too many times. Motherhood is an amazing, wild ride. It is terrifying laying in bed some nights wondering if I did the right thing or if I’m spoiling him too much or not giving enough love. It’s also scary when you wonder if for some reason y