Maybe the most satisfying part of being a mom is the positive reinforcement I get all the time. You know those little moments when you know you are really appreciated, that your efforts are not going unnoticed or unappreciated.
Last night I made a lovely dinner that unfortunately contained broccoli. Two of my children are not the biggest fans of that particular vegetable. Scott was not happy. As we insisted that he eat at least one bite, he got more and more agitated. Finally, on the verge of spilling tears, he looked at me and with gushing love and a quivering lip said,
"But what if I throw up when I eat it?"
Mmmm. Complete satisfaction.