How often do you feel proud of your mothering? I'm the worst for this. I don't think it's any exaggeration to say that I can go years without a 'well done me' moment. Years. But today, I kind of had one and I wanted to share. It came on my way out of the supermarket with a giant pack of nappies in my hand. I thought to myself 'good job I only have to buy one of these now' and it led me to think about potty training the two bigger children for a while. I potty trained Wilfred at the same time as keeping a newborn alive (and their older brother) and it kind of passed in a blur. If someone asked me how I did it, I would have no idea what to say. I'd kind of forgotten I'd ever done it, but I remember it wasn't the easiest time with either of the boys. For a moment, stood there with those nappies in the middle of a supermarket carpark, I felt proud of myself. For potty training both boys singlehandedly. For getting through it. For the wet clothes, the dashes to the toilet, the frustrations and the jubilations. And as I drove home a few minutes later, I thought about that fleeting moment of pride and acknowledged that I rarely give myself credit. I am so busy tending to the needs of three small humans that I forget I am intrinsic to the little people they've become. And I think they're pretty awesome little people, give or take the odd screaming tantrum and broken night sleep when they come in to tell me their pillow doesn't feel right. It's hard, but I know should give myself more credit for that. So consider this post a pat on my own back - and I'd love it if you gave yourself one too after reading it, if only for a fleeting moment. Because I think we all deserve it. I really do.