I’m not sure I do anything right as a mother:  I yell too much, I criticize too much, I don’t cook well enough, I don’t craft at all – OK let’s stop there because I’m depressing myself.

But I’ve done one thing right in the past month that I’m really proud of – I’ve started a mother/daughter book club for my daughter and her third grade friends and their mothers.

We met for the second time tonight and can I tell you what I saw in her face?  Joy!  Unadulterated Joy!  (I would describe what she looked like the first time we met, but she was home, on the couch, with 104 fever and presumably, H1N1, so she didn’t go).

We started reading the Betsy-Tacy series by Maud Hart Lovelace.  Admittedly, I thought this would be a little old fashioned for my Disney Channel-raised daughter, but she loved it.  And the group loved it!  They talked energetically about the book, they asked questions, they discussed characters, they talked about likes and dislikes, they even argued about what character they wanted to be!  And the mothers loved it too.

So tonight, I’m glowing in my daughter’s bliss, and realizing that occasionally, I can do something right.