I think like most moms, am constantly wondering what my kids think of me. Am I the mean mom, the nice mom, the fun mom or the ____ (fill in the blank). Sometimes I think I am being the good mom, and my oldest will mutter something under his breath like "you just don't care for me" and I wonder what the heck gave him that idea. But I guess, in the eyes of a 7 year old, not allowing him to do something he wants to do, even if it's what's best for him, is the equivalent of "not caring". I am fairly certain Port thinks of me as the pushover mom; and perhaps I am just that more often than I care to admit.
And while I am always wondering what they think of me, I don't put much time into how they see me. I mean, I see me like this.
Or at least that's how I imagine I look, even when my hair is in a bun and I have no makeup on. ;) Sadly, I don't always, nor often, look like I do in the above image. But a girl can dream of days like that, right?
I guess I am pretty lucky that Kiddo is a pretty good artist. Through his drawings, I sometimes get a glimpse of how he really sees me.
This next drawing, while sweet, is a bit disturbing...
Oh well, at least I have a head in this one.
Until,
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