Tonight I told my mom that I started this blog. I told her how awkward of a mother I believe myself to be. Her response was… confused. Oh, she said. I think you’re a wonderful mother. I immediately imagined myself behind her eyes and took a mental snapshot of me. Loving, gentle me, cuddling my son against my chest as he napped after comfortably slipping into a deep sleep where– as his expression indicated– he could only be dancing with angels. Maybe I’m not so awkward. Maybe I’m just still figuring him… this… motherhood… myself…out. And I found a surge of confidence overcome me. Because if my social butterfly of a mom thinks I’m wonderful, I must be doing something right.