I try not to get all of my self worth from my kids. Or from my husband. Or from anyone really but my own damn self. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right?
As a person I am reminded that I am the only one that has to live with my decisions. As a fledgling athlete I am competing only against my own times.
But sometimes something will happen and I can feel myself riding high.
Two words. “Mama funny.” She was smiling to herself in the car. Lucy said I was funny. Man, there really is no better feeling. This was on the heels of Em telling me that I was hilarious just a few days prior. I know that the days are numbered, these days that my kids find me the pinnacle of good humor. How many times can I drop trou in my kitchen when someone asks if I have seen the moon that night? But for now I am funny. Emily says so. And now Lucy is in agreement.
I enjoyed this inflated sense of self worth for not quite 24 hours. This morning at the breakfast table Lucy made a second proclamation.
Dammit, man. I swear I am funnier than yogurt.