A couple nights ago, I was coloring at the table with AH when I remembered to ask her the list of 20 questions that I had been meaning to ask her since her third birthday (in April). I’ve already lost the 2012 mother of the year award (probably shortly after the new year began), so, why not fess up to yet another thing I’ve been meaning to do but never manage to remember?
Another confession? This wasn’t my idea but a rather clever notion I found on Pinterest. Shocking, I know. Not that I found the idea on Pinterest, but that I actually completed something I found on Pinterest.
When I sat down, tablet in hand, ready to pen her answers, I didn’t expect complex responses. Some of the questions I already knew the answer to.
-What is your favorite song?
The Spresh Beat Band (The Fresh Beat Band, they were also named fave TV show)
-What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast?
Some of the questions I asked thinking I already knew the answer and was surprised when she said something different than what I expected.
-What is your favorite color?
blue (I’ve asked her many times but this is the first I’ve gotten this for an answer)
-What is your favorite book?
Bony Legs (she’s been hooked on “I Spy” books for weeks)
Some of the answers made me proud.
-What is your favorite holiday?
God! (So proud she knows holidays like Christmas and Easter are about God)
-What is your favorite game?
Letters (I work with her on her letters, numbers, etc. I love that she’s eager to learn.)
But it was the very last question that got me. I hadn’t expected her to give the answer that she did.
I asked her…
-What do you want to be when you grow up to be big?
She looked at me and answered, without hesitation, You.
My first thought was, “That’s so sweet.”
My second thought was, “Oh, no pressure. She just wants to be you when you grow up. No biggie. Except the fact that you have to work more than you get to stay home and be ‘Mom’, you forget things sometimes, you race around like a crazy person trying to get everything done, you don’t have the best patience and you may have uttered the word ‘dammit’ around her once or twice. Probably twice. Crap!”
I had to take a minute and get some perspective. I mean, I can’t be totally screwing this up, right?
That last question is a reminder of how much I’m being watched at all times.
I hope I can always keep that in the back of my mind as motivation to be better for all three of my kids. A better mother. A better wife. A better human being.
I am teaching her by example, every single day. I’m the only mom she’s got. I have to be a lead worth following.