A Proud Mother

There are multiple times in a month, week, day that I question myself as a mother. Am I a good Mom? Am I doing this right? Is he being a hellion? This is just a stage right? I am assuming (hoping) this is just what motherhood is and isn't just me. The point to this post isn't to feel sorry for me though...this post is for me to take the time to say I (with the help of my loving hubby of course) must be doing something right. I love the moments in life that sneak up on you and remind you that life is good and that you just might have a handle on the situation. Lu's service was the first funeral Aiden had been to and the first time he had to discuss the idea of death not resulting in a "game over" or gaming situation. I explained who Lu was and that she had died. He asked questions like how and why and where was she...we talked about it and he seemed to understand enough. The next discussion was that we were going to a funeral and how important it was to be quiet and respectful and that there might be lots of sitting and that he'd have to be patient and be a good boy etc. He said ok and then I just had to hope. I could not have been prouder of my little boy. He was still and quiet and whispered....so respectful. I don't mean to sound SO surprised as if I thought he'd go running through the place like a screaming hyena and start knocking things over...I just expected some impatience and struggle as the service was in it's second half. He was so good and I could tell he was really trying. It was heart warming and I felt that at least I had raised (so far) a child that could tell the importance of this occasion and listened to us and our expectations. Such a good boy.