If my kids go to bed without any major injuries, whether or not they may be still a little hungry, miss the bath (again), and hair tangled up still like characters in the movie, Croods, I told myself that I did a good job. I just cannot be a super mom, who can clean a house well, cook amazing meals, look over kids homework perfectly, dress them neatly, and discipline my kids to be perfect. Instead, I thank to the day if no one gets hurt, and everyone go to bed relatively happy. This is still my daily goal.
Also, though so busy and hard, I try to capture a brisk moment to tell kids that I love them. It may be when they come to a kitchen to get a spoon for cereals, or are changing their clothes. I just whisper to their ears that I really love them, and I am happy that they came to our lives. Often this helps me remember how I felt when I found out about being pregnant with our trio, how I felt when I first became pregnant with my first son after series of miscarriages, and how happy I was when I became pregnant with my second son after another loss too. They are giving me the kind of experience so unique to me that everyday feels like a roller coaster ride.
-Mika
mom of Kai, highschool freshman, why... why....???
Tomo, 5th grader, who loves Math so much so that he forgot about the fact that writing is also important.
Aya, 6 years old, caring, lovely, and amazingly athletic
Koto, 6 tears old, who loves books, princesses, and being love with so many of his class mates.
Naoto, 6 years old, keen man, who loves to explain about the world from his unique observation.
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