Jealous Of Me?

The daily life of a mother just overflows with self-esteem building moments. Ridiculous amounts of them. Don't you just lay in bed at night and review all the good things that were said to you during the day? Oh, I know I do. Warm fuzzies just ooze out of my pours from all the goodness that is flying around here. Two recent examples:

• My sister and I were sitting on the couch with all my kids. So I asked them, "Do you think auntie Emily or mommy will be a really fun grandma?" They all just sat there looking from me to Emily, and back again. Sam then said, "well, Emily of course! (then looking at me) You know, you are just.....so....you know.....there.....you're just like...in a box." ....pause for warm fuzzy feeling...wait, maybe it's more of a scorching burn.
• On Sunday, Sam attended her first sunday school class. No more primary classes. Now just teenage classes. Weird. She related to Todd and I that her new teacher was trying to figure out who her parents were. As Sam tried to describe us, her teacher exclaims, "Oh I know who your mom is, she's the one who looks like Olive Oil." What the? For real? I raised my eyebrows and looked at Todd, whose response to me was, "Well, at least Popeye thought she was pretty." What the? Honestly? ...pause for more of that scorching burn self-esteem building feeling.
  

I know you're jealous of all my self confidence. Who wouldn't be? I'm Olive Oil--in a box.