The other day, Andy broke his glasses during PE at school, and I went to pick him up so we could go get them fixed. While at the school, I had a chance to speak briefly with his teacher, and she told me about a conversation she'd had with him earlier in the week.
"We were working on some new concepts in math," she said, "and he turned to me and said, 'did you know that my new parents said that even if I make mistakes, they still love me?' "
Her eyes looked a little moist as she talked about how that was probably the first time he's ever experienced that kind of love, and I felt my own eyes tear up as well.
Lately, we've really questioned ourselves a lot. I've spent a lot of time wondering if we're making good parenting choices, if we're doing the right things for our kids, and wishing I had the "right" answers.
I know we'll make mistakes. Plenty of them. In fact, I know that I made a mistake just this morning. But I have struggled with wishing there was a way to know if we are doing the right things.
But to know that, even as we continue on this intense learning curve, our newest son had sensed our love and expressed to his teacher its unconditional nature, made me think that maybe, just maybe, we're doing something right after all.