I was a fabulous mom.
I was looking through some pictures.
Here's one I found of Blake, at roughly the same age that Abby is now:
Do you know what my reaction to this picture was?
"Gasp!!!! I let Blake PAINT when he was that little?!? What was I thinking?!?!"
Followed closely by,
"Yeah...I totally wouldn't let Abby do that."
Erg. I was a better mom then.
And then I found this picture,
Taken along with this picture,
From when Camille was about the age that Abby is now.
"Oh yeah- I took those pictures for the book that I had to make Camille for ECFE. Oops. I haven't even considered doing ECFE with Abby. Oh well...it's a hassle, and I would have to put Camille in sib care..."
Yup. Totally a better mom back then.
It's just a different season, right? I'm a different mom to Abby than to Blake or Camille, because now I have an Abby and a Blake and a Camille. Right? And her life is richer for it. Right?
(Abby, if you are reading this 20 years from now, know that I love you very much, and trust me...you're probably better off for not having done finger painting or ECFE. And I'm trying. Really. I am trying. And don't worry. Blake dropped that bear of Camille's in the campfire somewhere in Wisconsin. You're not the only one who got the short end...)