This post all started in my head one night when my parents treated my kids to chocolate shakes and me to a frappe at 5pm, because… well… here,this was my Facebook post for the day…
“Driving home from school today and my dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree, accompanied by an awful whirring noise and my car slowing to a crawl. Thankfully, I made it to the nearest Ford dealer, but I thoroughly enjoyed the ride there with my little girlie screaming “We’re gonna die!!” and my little man yelling “No we not!!!” and Buddy (fresh from the groomer) incessantly barking at both of them.
Thankful for my amazing parents, who not only picked us up at the dealership and bought us all chocolate shakes, but didn’t bat an eye when they realized little man was wearing his sister’s old bathrobe instead of a coat…”
Here let me provide you with a visual aid…and yes he really is this awesome in real life!
And yes, it was an epic afternoon. Now, to top it off, I was hopped up on caffeine from the frappe and wide awake at 2 am. I just laid in bed thinking about all the ways I’m falling short as a mom. Tell me you do this too?
For example that week alone –
I sent my daughter to school with mismatching socks, no library book, and the weirdest compilation of leftovers for lunch because I needed to hit the grocery store….
I put dinner in the oven half hour ago only to realize I never turned the oven on…
I made these cute chore charts with the kids with stickers and goals and graphs and flow charts and and and…and we haven’t even used them yet…
I cut little man’s grilled cheese sandwich the wrong way (oh the horror!) and he sat underneath the table crying for the rest of dinner while I poured a glass of wine and just laid my head on the table….
I wouldn’t let my little 6 year old diva do something, I don’t even remember what it was, but “all my friend’s parents let them do it!!” it was probably jumping off a cliff or something…
I haven’t set foot in the playroom in 2 weeks because frankly, I’m afraid at what I might find. I mean, have you smelled it in there?
I haven’t washed my hair in like 4 days…but don’t worry I pinned at least 32 cute hairstyles to try when I do…
I stepped on a Lego and uttered certain choice words as I was positive they were going to need to amputate my permanently disfigured foot…
I saw a certain 6 year old diva dropping her veggies “accidentally” to the dog, but I just didn’t feel like having that battle tonight…
This list could go on and on…cuz I’m not a perfect mom.
And I don’t have it all figured out. I make mistakes daily and lose my temper and yell more than I care to admit. I don’t always serve them 3 balanced meals a day and read to them an hour every night.
But I know this – God entrusted me with these little people and He never gives me more than I can handle.
(photo by Zander & Breck photography)
So, I got this… or more accurately – He does!
Instead of tearing myself down and comparing myself to other moms out there who clearly have motherhood 1000 % locked down and deserve all kinds of medals and #1 mom mugs, I decided at 2 in the morning, when I couldn’t sleep, to make a list on my phone (with the Mr. snoring away next to me) of all the things I do right.
So here is my official Top 10 Reasons why I’m a Good Mom List (complete with fancy graphic!)
#10 I can throw an epic dance party. It’s true, I can, and I make my kids laugh (at me) and there is music and laughter and fun in our house (plus you should see me do the Dougie…I can teach you…).
#9 Little man thanked the waitress ever so politely for his dinner without me even prompting him.
#8 I asked my daughter who she was going to marry when she grows up and she said “I don’t know mom, but God will give me a man” ha love her, and I’m totally praying for that lucky guy :)
#7 Even after a long day of fighting and wrestling and “he’s looking out my window again mom!!” my kids insist on hugging and kissing each other at bedtime, because they really are best friends.
#6 My kisses have magical boo boo healing powers.
#5 I put sprinkles and whip cream on all forms of dessert, and sometimes when it’s been an especially good day straight out of the can into my mouth, I mean theirs…
#4 They are alive. And fed and clothed most of the time…albeit sometimes in pajamas and rain boots and bathrobes and mismatching socks…
#3 When the time comes, my kids know how to behave, they just generally enjoy testing me and pushing my buttons at home. At least that’s what I’ve been told by various teachers and babysitters, oh to be a fly on the wall…
#2 Every morning little man crawls in bed with me under the warm covers, wraps his scrawny little arms around my neck and presses his chubby cheeks against mine and whispers “you’re the great mom”
and I whisper back “you’re the great boy”
and he says “yes I am”
because they are awesome and they know it.
#1 They are loved and squeezed and hugged more than any other two pint sized blonde people on the planet and I get up every morning determined to do my best for them.
So, give yourself a break – you don’t have to be perfect, you just have to be mom. Don’t let Pinterest/parenting books/that perfect mom down the street, take the joy out of being a mom. Just be you, try your best, pray for strength and patience and get up and do it again better the next day.
Because chances are your kids don’t know you’re totally screwing it up.
Unless you don’t take them to Disney World, because “mooo-om like every other kid in their class has gone, and moo-oom life is so unfair, and moo-oom…”
then you are totally screwing it up ha :)
Happy Mother’s Day!
And if you feel like sharing, leave me a comment below with your #1 reason you’re a good mom. GO make that list, because I’m sure you are totally rocking it…