Gone Fishin'!

If you are looking for a post about the kind of fishing that involves bait and real fish, you've wandered to the wrong place.  It's okay, it happens.  It's kind of a funny thing, this whole motherhood gig.  I used to be so much more sure of my choices and now, well, I find myself doubting my every move. So, every once in awhile I ask my dear husband if he thinks I'm a good mom.  I mean, who else could really answer this question as well as he.

Last night as I was finishing up Liv's weekly meal prep this pang of guilt hit me.  That full-time momma guilt is funny like that.  You think you are past the downs and all of a sudden, boom.  Well, I was feeling sorta bleh when I asked, "Babe, do you think I'm a good mother?"

Husband: (just stares at me)

Me: (Gives him a huge, toothy, cheesy, tilted head grin)

Husband: Renata, are you fishing for compliments?

Me: (Bigger toothy grin) Maybeeeee

Husband: Oh, yes, but of course. You are the best momma in the world.  Liv is upstairs right now in her crib thinking about how amazing her momma is.  She's thinking, "My momma is the best momma in the whole wide world.  She makes me roasted organic blueberries with cinnamon (really drag out the cinnamon).  My momma makes me organic raspberries and quinoa. My momma is soooo wonderful. She only cooks me organic things. She's the best momma in the world."

Me:

So, yeah.  I guess he thinks I'm doing a good job?

Have a happy Monday!

xo

Renata