We are often joking about ourselves being a candidate for the #motheroftheyearaward for something we clearly shouldn't be rewarded for. For instance, 9yo went in MS Readathon this year, more so to get a useless prize than to help (she's a giver). Anyhoo, who just found the money and receipt book in a very special hiding spot in our house?
Me - mother of the year. Not only will she now not get her prize for reading a gazillion books, I'm pretty sure there is some sort of legal repercussions.
This is of course is only one in the many instances in my life both being a daughter and a mother when an award for #motheroftheyear should be handed out.
There's the time when I pinched my then 2 week old baby's inner thigh in the car seat buckle. Took me, oh 10 seconds to realise that was what she was complaining about.
What about the time my mother told my brother to "give up trying to get into the Police Force, you're clearly just not good enough" Come collect your award for being an awesome and encouraging #motheroftheyear.
There's the little things. Like I should enforce the brush your teeth twice daily or they'll get black and fall out rule. Do I? No. Do I get an award - yes, yes I do.
Anyone else's special mothering stories are welcome.