“Yay, Mommy! You did it! So awesome!”, Abby clapped her little hands together and praised enthusiastically. She even gave me a double thumbs up, her biggest compliment and a gesture recently learned. Then, just because she thought I deserved it for a job well done, she came up and gave me a congratulatory embrace.
Yay! I did it! I must be the best mom, ever. It’s time someone finally took notice of all my hard work, dedication, perseverance, and…
Wait… What did I do?
It took a moment to look around. But there were only towels in front of me that I had just taken out of the dryer. I knew she was watching as I folded each and stacked them against one another, but I didn’t realize she was that captivated. So I gathered another, and again she cheered. “Good job, Mommy!”, she beamed.
Yay, Mommy folded a towel!
With that kind of support system, I can scale mountains! Dance on the moon! Sport a pair of skinny jeans with confidence! Leap tall buildings with a single bound! No, nevermind, that’s Superman.
Or, you know, fold bath linens. Because apparently I’m pretty great at it. According to my daughter, though, I may be able to drape the moon. I’ll take the boost to my self-esteem for as long as I’m lucky enough to have it. Because I know that all too soon, I won’t be able to do anything right at all.