I wasn’t the best mom today.
I didn’t wake up her with a smile and a hug. Instead, I rushed into her room yelling, “GET UP!!! WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!!” I forgot to pack her tennis shoes for P.E., and she had to run 5 laps around the gym in her ballet flats.
I forgot to give her a dollar when I dropped her off at school so that she could get a drink during lunch, so she had to drink from the water fountain.
I forgot to wash her favorite shorts for her ninja class, and she had to wear pants instead, on a very warm 82-degree day.
I was so busy returning emails and phone calls pertaining to our move that I didn’t realize it was already past our normal dinner time when she told me she was starving.
I forgot that school pictures were tomorrow, and instead of running her a bath complete with her new bath bomb like I promised, I rushed her in and out of the tub so that I could try all of her new clothes on her until we found the perfect outfit.
I was so preoccupied with thoughts of dirty dishes and mounds of laundry that I told her to put herself to bed, and that I would be up in a minute to tuck her in. I didn’t make it up to her room until she was well into her peaceful slumber.
I didn’t do so great today.
I wasn’t very happy with myself.
I let my forgetfulness, my long to-do-list, and my endless bout of anxiety take hold of me.
I wasn’t the mom I wanted to be.
But she didn’t notice. Or maybe she did and just didn’t care as much as I thought.
Maybe she knew I wasn’t being such a screw-up on purpose.
Maybe she knew I needed her grace.
Whatever it was, I’m so glad it led her to write me this precious little note.
I needed that reminder from her. I needed that reassurance.
I wasn’t the best mom today, but she loved me anyway.
This story originally appeared on Four Norths in the South