I think all parents make the mistakes that you mentioned. I’m hoping that my time in a state licensed child care facility will pay off in the fact that I knew eyes were on me at all times and that one mistake could end up in a lawsuit. Though not a mom story, my scariest moment in childcare was when a little girl that I dearly, dearly loved was pushing a truck around our room – feet on the floor, hands on the truck, bent at the middle. She went around several times before losing a step and busting her gums open on the edge of the truck. She was bleeding everywhere – afterall, gums bleed much more freely than a lip. When her mom arrived to take her to the dentist and be sure she wasn’t going to lose any teeth, I was covered in blood (that sweater went in the trash). Luckily, she got three stitches and nothing else was wrong. It was a lesson to me, though, and I watched far more carefully during the safe play within my room.

Thanks for the wishes. I’ll continue reading & hopefully I will be as good a blogger as you are when I’m home with the baby this fall!

You sound like you’re going to be a fantastic mom! It means a lot that you’re encouraged by my blog. I just try to be honest about everything and at the end of the day just give it all to God. Maybe that’s my problem…lol, maybe I should be giving it to God at the BEGINNING of the day!

I’ve decided that I think those of us who are so terrified of being a bad mom probable end up being the best because we care the most. I used to joke with friends about what a bad mom I was or that I was in the running for Mother of the Year along with Britney, etc because of silly things I did (lock my 3 month onld son in the hot car in the summertime, took the tray off his high chair when he was one to turn around and have him fall face first onto the floor giving him a bloody face… I could go on and on…). But then I realized the more I said the words “I’m a bad mom”, even jokingly, the more I was giving Satan that grip. I am giving him control of my power of motherhood that GOD should be holding. Does that make any sense? I still trip up… a lot…and say it in jest, but I’m trying to catch myself and not even mention the words. Because my son is 2 now, alive and wel, loving and kind, and that makes me a good mom.

Best wishes!!!!!

Well – this absolutely sums up how I a feeling this week about being pregnant! Standing in Babies R Us registering for the crib, the stroller travel system, picking a diaper bag, and nursery “stuff” I thought to myself, “Oh God – you’re giving me a kid and I think I’m going to freak out!” It is funny. I’ve wanted to be a mom for as long as I could remember. I started supervised babysitting at 10-years-old and by 12 I was Infant/Child First Aid and CPR certified. I had gotten certification from the Red Cross for babysitting. I was preparing for the day I would have one of those little squirmy things for myself. And now the day is quickly approaching – 17 weeks to go. I am utterly nervous that this dream of mine is going to come crashing down and I’m not going to be the mother I always planned on being.
I worked in a private pre-school/daycare for three years starting off as an assistant in the toddler room then moving to toddler teacher, toddler supervisor, center supervisor, and eventually assistant manger. I loved every day of my work with those little ones of all ages. Now I am petrified because I’m going to have one that is all mine.

Thank you for your honesty in your posts. It really does encourage me. And I do believe that a video is a mother’s sanity on occasion.
Thank you!