So lately, baby Rose (who isn't so much baby anymore as toddler) has been cheering me on.
Rose: Mama, did you change Chumba's diaper?
Rose: (gasps) Good Job!
Rose: Mama, are you making lunch?
Rose: Oh, good job, mom. Good job!
Rose: Mama, did you shut the door?
NSG: Yep, I did.
Rose: Good job!!! (pats my hand)
It makes me giggle, but I realized something today. I like having a cheerleader. And I do a lot of little things that don't seem all that important but, when added up together, actually are pretty important to some people. Some important people.
So maybe I should let Rose's voice (which, let's face it... isn't always going to be there congratulating me) continue mentally. I should be telling myself, "good job," for the little things.
Or maybe Rose will always be my cheerleader. One can hope.