A Good Mom

One of the most difficult things about being a parent, for me, is letting my son have his independance. I mentioned in this post that sometimes, I just want to get out the door in the morning and I don't care that he wants to put his shoes on by himself.

I've been working on this. So last night, I focused on my son. I had made dinner the night before, so all I have to do was pop it in the oven.

We built Lego towers.

Here's mine:

I let him play in the bathroom sink, when he was supposed to be washing his hands.

And when his shirt got wet from the aforementioned action, I let him change his shirt all by himself.

This was big. For me anyway.

Do you have any idea how painful this was for the control freak in me to watch?

But I let him do it. I even let him run around like this for the next ten minutes till it was bathtime.

Yesterday, I was a good mom.