Monday was not my most productive day. At least not professionally.
I have a to-do list that is now so long, I am not even sure where to begin. My email inbox has moved beyond overflowing to drowning. I am working to wade through it, but seem to receive ten new for every two I tackle.
So, instead of loving that motivating Monday feeling, I was left wallowing in the pure weight of work.
But personally speaking, I must claim success.
The small dude started preschool today. I spent the morning consciously reminding myself to breathe as he wrapped his little arms around my legs, turned his eyes upward and said, “Mommy, I’m a little bit scared to go to school.”
But he did it. He hopped out of the car, covered from the back of his head to the back of his knees with a too-big backpack. He didn’t look back. And it is good that he didn’t, otherwise he would have seen me sobbing. Uncontrollably, I might add.
My tiny little guy was so brave.
As I often do, I tweeted my joy-tinged sadness. A sweet friend replied, “Relax Mommy, you are doing a wonderful job raising such a brave and confident little boy.”
And all felt right in my world.
I may be slightly off kilter in my professional world, but the peace I feel believing I am doing a good job as a mom….well….nothing compares.
Thank you, Twitter Friend, for helping me to take the time to see today in a new light.