How do I know that I'm doing a good job?
More times than I can count throughout the day and night, my daughter says to me--out of the blue--"I love you, Mom." She gives me so many unasked-for hugs and kisses, which, for a child who was never a cuddly baby, says so much.
I've heard my son say more new words in the past couple of weeks than I have in the past couple of months. And hearing him say those words was amazing.
My daughter, who still has those moments of crankiness or defiance, has been having far less of them. The child who may have listened to and respected her teachers at the Center has learned to listen to and respect her mother.
And I have learned to let my daughter be herself, to play with her, to willingly give her my time, and love every minute with her.
My children are happy, and I'm happy.
That's how I know... :)
Our "sweet" home has just become our classroom, and now each day is a new adventure for Aislin, Desmond and Mrs. Mommy Sweet!
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