I was a good mom last week.
Not that I don't make the effort everyday but last week there was a stand-out mom moment...
One of my four sweet baba's officially moved out of the house last week.
He's 20 and ready to be more independent (I think he's been saying something along those lines since he was 14 but now Mr. Blessing and I agree with him). I'm ok about him moving out (Mostly ok). So I was a good mom while he packed and loaded up the remains of his childhood. I didn't hang onto his leg and try to drag him back in the house. I didn't make him stop to pose for a memorializing picture while he was holding his mattress (I took pictures out the back window )...
I didn't tell him to pull up his pants while he was carrying that basement-worthy sofa!
I did not pull out the baby pictures that night after he left.
(WHEN did all that facial hair happen? No, despite what my children might say, it did not happen while I was blogging!)
And I did not sit on the floor of his empty bedroom wishing for a few more years.
Ok, I sat on the floor... And wished for a few more years. But then I did what good moms all over blogland do - I painted the room and started decorating!