Last Sunday night, after Bolt and Simba were asleep in their beds I realized that we had a bag full of our boys' art on our living room floor that we hadn't touched all weekend.
Suddenly my mind was filled with thoughts of 2 year old Simba drawing pictures over the weekend and telling me he wanted to put them on his cubby to show Daddy.
Was he excitedly putting his art in his daycare cubby to show his parents who never looked or acknowledged it?
And there you have it, in a matter of moments I felt like the worst Mom ever. What parent doesn't nurture their children's inner artist, encouraging them to be all they can be?
I resisted the desire to self-loathe and instead decided to look for a solution; a skill I'm trying to teach 4 year old Bolt.
With the help of some painters tape, I had my boys' art on the wall for everyone to enjoy and as the hubs pointed out once the art gets ripped down and torn up, we can simply throw it in the recycling bin without any guilt. My boys' art will have been displayed, enjoyed and appreciated.
And just like that I had myself back on track; I'm not a bad Mom, I'm a real Mom who gets tired, overwhelmed and sometimes forgets the little things, but aren't we all?