15 Mommy Moments to Be Proud Of

You go, girl! Give yourself a pat on the back for everything you do.

Childcare is relentless, and no one tells you when you're doing a good job. Here's my typical day and all the things I did that deserve at least a sticker. What about you?

Today, I...

  • Managed to find a G-rated word to shout after dropping a bottle of apple juice on my bare foot.
  • Snagged front-row seats for the hottest show in town: the sold-out Wiggles concert!
  • Extracted my toddler from the mall carousel without bribery, muscle power, or the kind of negotiation skills you might see on Deal or No Deal.
  • Used the stop-and-go traffic I was stuck in as an opportunity to retrieve various toys, pacifiers, balled-up socks, and bottles as they rolled under my feet.
  • Plucked both of my eyebrows -- on the same day, no less.
  • Transferred a sleeping child from the car to the crib without stepping on any squeaky toys, banging my knee on the car seat, or startling the dog (thus obliterating naptime).
  • Resisted the urge to wet my thumb and wipe the mustard off my boss's otherwise white beard at lunch today.
  • Forced a smile when my mother-in-law let the baby fall asleep in her arms, effectively undermining the three weeks of sleep training I'd just endured.
  • Didn't eat the Girl Scout cookies. Well, not all of them. Just the Thin Mints.
  • Got the "choo-choo" to ride into the "station" over and over again, until all the broccoli was gone.
  • Saved my son's beloved blankie from falling into the large, murky puddle in the Wal-Mart parking lot.
  • Found bathing suits in size 2T at the store even though the fall fashions are already on display.
  • Praised my husband for making the bed (the very same bed I've made every single day with no audible acknowledgment or, heck, even a thumbs-up for seven years).
  • Got a hero's welcome, and all I'd done was step outside to get the mail.
  • Found, in the car: a safety pin, Superman underpants, three Band-Aids, Barbie's shoes, a Starbucks napkin that had doubled as a tissue, change for the kiddie rides, and the school nurse's phone number. The playgroup calls me "MacGyver."

Excerpted from You're a Good Mom by Jen Singer (2008). Reprinted by permission of Sourcebooks, Inc.

Copyright © 2008. Used with permission from the May 2008 issue of American Baby magazine.

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