Last Friday I opened up to you about my worst failure as a mother. Now I would like to show you the flip side of that, so that you don't think too badly of me. But first let me tell you a little about my greatest mothering success (so far, although I don't know if it gets much better than this), as I may define this differently than some of you.
I first knew I was a successful mother after my son was born. The change from one child to two was much more difficult for me than I had expected. It took me quite a while to adjust. (Truth be known, I'm still adjusting.) But there was a moment - one glorious moment when I knew I could do it. I stood in the hallway of my home, a soft glowing light shining down upon me as a sign from heaven, and I knew. As proof of my success, I witnessed two sleeping children. Children sleeping at the same time.
Since that day I have made it my goal to see this evidence of my success every day. Two angelic faces peaceful and slumbering at the same time. I'm proud to report to you that I continue to be a successful mother - almost every day.
Remember - sometimes it's the little things.