I have a few things going against me in the self esteem department.
First, I grew up in a small town in Iowa. I am the daughter of blue collar parents who were children of farmers. This doesn't give me low self esteem, but rather prevents me from having high self esteem. The worst thing your can do in my family is be a braggart. For a few years after I graduated from high school, before my under insured father passed away unexpectedly, my parents enjoyed some financial success. My mother wanted to buy a Cadillac, a used Cadillac. My father refused, "We aren't Cadillac people. What would the neighbors think."
"You aren't any better than anyone else." "What do you think you are, special?" This is the way I was parented. I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with the way I was parented, but it stands in contrast to the feel-good-about-yourself-and-collect-your-participation-trophy parenting techniques of today.
Second, I am a middle child. I am not the oldest, who's every developmental milestone was celebrated in awe. I am not the youngest, who's moments were cherished because they would be the last, the last first steps, the last graduation, the last one to believe in Santa Claus. I'm in the middle; second, not first, old news, but not last news.
But despite all of this, I do suffer from high self esteem from time to time. I believe I am average to slightly above average at most things that I try to do, which is a blessing and a curse. There are no big failures, but also no greatness. Of course there are some things I would like to do and have failed, miserably. I cannot sing. I cannot run. I cannot reproduce.
But I would make a great mom. Sometimes I can't help thinking that the universe is missing out by denying me the chance to be a mom. I recycle. I like to read out loud. I'm organized and I would make a great den mother. I have loads of markers and crayons and colored pencils. I love to go to parks and museums. I know how to make fish sticks and tator tots.
What would make you a great mom?