bedtime

Tonight bedtime went like this.

Me: “I love you Maddox.”

Maddox:” I love you too.”

Me:” You’re a good boy.”

Maddox: “You’re a good mom.”

And I melted.

It was the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.

From a little boy that has my heart and sometimes is so mean and hurtful to me.

THESE are his true feelings. THIS is his heart.

I don’t always feel like a good mom.

When I am punishing. When I am sticking to my guns no matter what.

It gets hard.

But because of all of that I can believe that ‘I am a good mom.’