I am a good mom.
Yeah, I said it. I’m going to toot my own horn here for just a moment and go out on a limb and say it here, folks…I think I am a good mom. Am I great mom? Eh, I don’t know about all that. When I think “great mom” I think of the moms on Pinterest that just baked 45 cupcakes from scratch in all of the kid’s favorite flavors (because they know every child’s favorite, of course, they are a great mom), the ones with the homemade Valentine’s Day cards, the ones that have spotless homes and kids in button-ups with perfect Christmas Card photos and sparkles on the toes of their brand new ballet flats.
Okay, I am certainly not that mom. But I think I do okay.
Do I lose my patience?
Um…yep. But when it happens, I beat myself up so how bad can I be?
Do I sing songs?
Every night before bed and sometimes an extra round when I’m not too tired and his pleadings for, “Again”, are cute enough.
Do I snuggle?
Every time he will let me. Thank you, Iphone. 😉
Do I kiss the boo-boo’s?
Of course, how else would they get better?
Am I perfect?
A big N-O but I try my best every day to be a mom that he can look up to and a person that is worthy of his love.
I think this need to be the “perfect parent” that is felt by all of us goes against one of the most basic human principles that there is…that we are all human beings and human beings make mistakes. We fall down, we fail, and we certainly don’t always ‘get it right’ the first go-round.
It’s not like children come with manuals and for those of us that are raising atypical children, the area gets even grayer still. The childhood psych manuals go right on out that window. Some days, as parents, it’s not about the love and the hugs, it’s about damage control and walking away and counting to 4 million before you lose your mind.
The counting to 4 million makes you a good parent.
If you think that I am ludicrous, please do me a favor and go and turn on the TV. When one is feeling down in the dumps about the level of parenting that you are partaking in, just go and turn on the ten o’clock news. It’s a bad, bad world out there, people. Being the parent that knows their limit and when to step away before the volcano explodes is doing a better job than what is going on in the world right now as we speak.
Don’t beat yourself up (too much).
We all have bad days, we all wear yoga pants two days in a row when we are in the trenches, we all need a haircut, a pedicure, and a hug, too. Being a good mom means that you love more than you cry. That you smile more than you frown. That you dance more than you sulk.
In my humble opinion, being a good mom is something that cannot be taught or read in a book. It can only be felt in the heart and seen in the eyes of the children that we love so much that it takes our breath away every single day. Being a great mom is something that we can attain to be but not something that we kill ourselves trying to accomplish.
Because when our children are old and grown, they won’t remember the taste of the homemade Snickerdoodle, they will remember the laughter and the jokes you made while you burnt them.
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