I just put together Oliver's mobile tonight. The joy with which he contemplated it was worth the 5 minutes and $15. He quite happily stared while doing his superman imitation (one arm extended, one bent in front) and kicking his feet. I'm glad I took the opportunity to get it together.
But, he's nearly 4 months old already and I'm just now getting around to it. Add it to the list of today's failures:
1. Was not prepared properly for leaving with all three children for Ari's dress rehearsal. Leaving took more time.
2. Bread was moldy and in moment of total lapse couldn't think up a substitute, so we ate fast food in the car.
3. Combine 1 and 2 with a wrong turn, and that explains why we were 25 min late for dress rehearsal.
4. That moment in the grocery store when I completely lost my patience with a tired crabby 2 yr old.
5. I didn't have a grocery list, and so now I have to go back soon because I didn't get everything we needed.
I could go on, but I won't, because that makes the point. My days are usually full of these moments. Hopefully, I can take the end of the day and find enough moments when I did the right thing, the good thing, and find some kind of balance. The problem I have is that the big failures, the ones that just don't feel like they balance, tend to sneak up on me and worry at my sense of peace. They vary widely, but it all boils down to this: Have I done more harm than good? And how do I really know?
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