As a mom, there are days when I seriously need affirmation that I am doing this whole parenting gig right. The job is tough and the hours are insane. And don’t get me started on the pay. Fortunately, when I need it most, the affirmation comes. Albeit in unexpected ways.
Tonight we were in the car on our way to swimming lessons. From the back of the mini-van, I heard my oldest daughter sing along to an Eddie Money song that was on the radio. She had all the words down pat.
“Just like Roni sang, “Be my little baby, baby my dar-ar-lin’, oh oh oh oh.”
Therefore, tonight I am calling myself a good mother. I have obviously fostered a culturally rich environment for my daughter to know such an awesome 80’s song. She’s completely head and shoulders above the average third grade Justin Bieber crowd when it comes to music.
So for tonight I can rest in the knowledge that I am doing my job well.
And tomorrow? I’m letting her listen to some Daryl Hall and John Oats. She’s ready.