I am the first to admit that I have my moments as a mother. Like when I make enormous mistakes, yell too much, or am generally super-impatient-slash-expect-too-much of my little people.
But where I go right, I think, is leaving the kids alone to be inventive and creative and let them do kind of bizarre (though 100% safe) things in the fertile soil of their imaginations. I don’t make them clean up right away, unless it’s taking over the dining room table.
Then sometimes days go by and my environment seems kind of…Dali-esque.
(Those are carob pods, by the way. Not dried dog poop or something like that.)
Because I am hoping that for all my faults, and they are numerous, my kids will have nicer things to say about me than Calvin does about his parents.