With five children who call me mom, odds are high that on any given day one (or more) of my circus clowns are going to regard me as the worst mom ever. They’ll probably tell me so and even shout it all over the valley and internets.
I do my very best for all of them whether what I do pleases them or not and of course they know that I would totally move Heaven and Earth to make sure that they are safe, healthy and mostly happy…even when they are all grownup. So even if they, on any given day, regard me as the most horrible mom/Mima ever, they also know that way too many times for them to ever count I am there for them no matter what and I always will be no matter how near or far they might be and even if they still think I am the worst mom ever.
What do you do when your little girl has a really bad headache and she is 3,000 miles away? You take care of it because you are the Mom.
Of course I am.
And less than an hour later, I am reminded (again) that I am right.
I. Am. Super. Mom.
At least today I am.