Nobody has a mama like that!

My own children are almost completely out of elementary school.  I am way more accustomed to the way that they communicate with me than I am with the way younger children communicate.  This has its challenges. 

I have never been the type of mom that could tolerate fit pitching or sass.  I do love the complete honesty that comes with kindergarteners that are just finding their own voice.  So, today when I had to deliver something to one of the kindergarten classes this is what I heard.

I first entered the classroom and all of the children were having their snack.  The teacher was off to the side working on something and the children were talking amongst themselves.  So, for a stranger to enter the classroom gave the little hive of busy bees quite the conversation.  They were all trying to figure out who I was and what I had come in there for.  I made my delivery and started out the door and the murmurs were that I was maybe somebody's mama, but then one child said louder than all of the others "Nobody has a mama like that."

Ahhh innocence.  I am aware that what the child meant is that I was not the mother of any of their classmates because they all knew whose mama was whose.  It just struck me as funny.

I often question my own abilities as a mother.  I wonder if I am doing what is right and best for my children.  I wonder if I should be doing anything differently for my children.  I wonder how on earth I am going to be able to accomplish the task that is parenting with all of  the involved parties making it to the finish line alive.

I try my best.  I am fully aware that I am not perfect at anything.  Some days I troll the internet for recipes and see these women who homeschool, and make their own soap, and keep a perfect house and have meal plans for the next 4 years and good heavens I'm sure they knit their own tampons.  I am not that woman.

What I am is what God intended for my two offspring.   I am funny, and spontaneous and weird.  I like to play games and be silly. I make a mean chocolate chip cookie, and I love to laugh.  Oh, how I love to laugh.  I want my children to know Jesus.  I want my children to know that they are loved.  I want my children to show love to all people no matter what. 

At the end of the day all I need to know is that my two children would be proud to correct that little kindergartener and say I have a mama like that and she's awesome.