I always thought I’d be the one mom to have kids who would always be clean, happy and healthy.
My darling Gabriel is definitely happy and healthy, but he’s usually a bit of a mess these days. I’ve been feeling a little down on myself lately because I feel like I just can’t keep him clean.
On Saturday, as we were heading out to work on the house, I took a long, hard, guilty look at my bouncing, smiley baby boy. Drool and baby throwup had already soaked most of the front of his little teeshirt. There was some dried green bean caked in the crease on the side of his nose. He had five or six big mosquito bites all over him, including one that looked like a huge zit on his forehead.
And the best part?
A booger had fallen out of his nose during the night, and it was stuck in a sweaty little clump on the side of his head.
For some reason, the booger stuck in his hair kind of tipped me over the edge. All of the sudden, I started laughing at myself for worrying so much about Gabriel being a mess most of the time, and I felt a supernatural sense of relief and peace wash over me like warm baby spitup.
God sends little inspired moments like this every once in a while to remind me not to gauge my success at parenthood by what my child looks like. It’s what my child is like that matters–and as long as he’s a happy little booger head, I’m a happy mommy.