I’ll admit it. I love compliments. In fact, when someone says something nice about me, it takes much maturity and self-control to not ask them to repeat themselves and elaborate further.
My mom was here last night and today while I took my oldest in for his surgery. We had a great time, and at one point, she mentioned how much different my house is. That she can really tell a difference, and that it’s looking so much better.
My mom has always been so encouraging. I know I drove her crazy as a child slob, then a preteen slob, and then a teen slob, college-student-home-for-breaks slob, and a moved-back-in-for-6-mo-after-college slob. If there’s anyone in the world who understands my struggle, other than my husband, it’s my mother.
So it really means a lot that maybe she has some hope for me.