Underacheiver

I am an underachieving mother. I know this about me and the more I hear about other mothers, the more I know it's true.
First of all, I only have one child. When friends of mine have 2 or 3 or MORE, I know I'm an underachiever (or is that underproducer? Either way...).
When I listen to the elaborate parties some mothers throw for their children: tea parties, scavenger hunts, art, etc.--or all of the above (one friend is throwing a dance party/tie-dye/scavenger hunt for her 8 yr old)--I know I'm not even in the running.
For my daughter's sixth birthday, I said, "Play outside, the sun is shining," and went inside before the other moms had even left. Ooops!
I went back outside, watched the moms leave, then I went inside. Screaming, chasing, running--it was all good--and unplanned by me.
Goodie bags? The bane of my existence--getting them or giving them. Junk and more junk. My daughter was determined to give out goodie bags. We bought plain white lunch bags, which she decorated. Then, she gave each child a different colored sharpie and a bag full of smarties. Everyone got a balloon. Yay. But still...
I thought when I was pregnant I would create a quilt for my child so that s/he would have it forever. I never even bought a sewing machine.
When it came time to choose a preschool, I chose the one that we could walk to. Does it produce Harvard grads? I don't know and I don't care. Can kids read when they graduate? Again, I don't know and I don't care--it's preschool! Do the kids sit quietly in rows and practice their letters? I hope not!
Was she happy there? Yes. That makes me happy. I know I chose the right place.
I would love to be crafty--the best I can do is put holes in an old sock and call it a doll's dress.
My daughter has taken gymnastics for a year and still can't do a cartwheel. It's okay, she's having fun.
She was done with ice skating lessons after one session.
I'm not a pushy mom, but I know I'm the lap she wants to be in when she feels bad and I'm the one to read stories at night. That's what I need to be.
Is she the fastest, smartest, anything-est girl in the neighborhood? Maybe the happiest and that's what matters.