I’m the Best Mama in the World

Two days ago, my 4-year-old son Luke woke up, then starting singing, “You’re my best mama in the world. Mama! Mama!”

Now anyone who is a mother knows how wonderful, yet self-esteem crushing motherhood can be.

I am a stay-at-home mom, so I don’t get self-satisfaction from a career, as I used to. I used to be “someone.” I used to manage dozens of people. I published articles in industry magazines and newsletters. I won marketing awards. I organized a Royal event for the British Film Institute IMAX Cinema at which I introduced Prince Charles: “Please welcome His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales.”

Now I have the blessing of being able to spend lots of quality time with my sons, yet I won’t know for years whether I’ve done a good job mothering them. Yes, they’re sweet and normally well-behaved now, but will they grow up to be nice, happy, well-adjusted human beings? I’m doing everything in my power to make it so, but so many other factors will intervene.

When I’m not mothering, I’m emptying the dishwasher, picking up toys, shopping for groceries. Monotonous tasks that I take no joy in. Monotonous tasks that don’t give me a sense of pride.

I write, but I’m waiting for feedback from publications and agents, so no self-esteem boost there yet.

So it was nice hearing that I’m the best mama in the world. Actually he said I’m HIS best mama in the world. Of course, I’m his ONLY mama in the world. But, to him, I’m “someone.”

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