I try to be a good mom. Really I do. I once saw a t-shirt that said something like every mom should have to be a grandma first. If only it worked that way. Instead I just feel like I'm screwing up this mothering thing almost every day. Today for example....Kamiryn and I baked some very yummy pumpkin chocolate chip bread from a recipe I found earlier this week. We measured, stirred, mixed and poured. It was a good time. I poured the batter into the pans with help from Kamiryn. I turned away for just a moment to put the bowl into the sink. And then she sneezed my child proceeded to SPIT ALL OVER the very bread batter that we had labored to concoct. A better mother would have not freaked out and made her daughter cry laughed or....or.....something? I guess I don't even know how I should have handled that moment. I did call her back into the kitchen a few moments later, but I was still disappointed that all of lessons about covering your mouth when you sneeze and washing your hands when you cook had disappeared during a time that I REALLY WISH SHE HAD REMEMBERED. I held her on my lap, wiped her tears and sent her off to play. After a talk with my mom in which she offered a little perspective and humor I was able to tell Kamiryn that it was okay and that the heat from baking surely killed off all the germs. (To which she replied...that is just what I thought) Still....only family will get to sample this batch. I'm thinking that these will be loaves that only a mother could love. {Grandmas, grandpas and Aunties too}