Today
I'm not the world's best mother. (Scrape your lower jaw off the floor; it's true.)
I sometimes let my kids go to bed without making them brush their teeth because I just need some mommy time.
I snap at them when I am tired. Or hungry. Or both. Or neither.
My house is not always clean. In fact, it's dirty more often than not.
I am not 100% in love with being a pet owner to two super sweet, adorable, yet obnoxious dogs.
I don't always enjoy reading bedtime stories, listening to their daily arguments, or folding their clean laundry.
I am not as diligent as I should be about getting them to bed on time or making sure homework is done.
I would sometimes rather cuddle with a steaming cup of peppermint hot chocolate than help the littlest one out of the tub.
I struggle with feelings of inadequacy. Feeling like I should do or enjoy all of the aforementioned things, and more. But I don't. I just don't.
I often compare myself to other mothers and wonder how they can find the energy to have it all together; to have clean pressed, obedient, good hearted, respectful children; how their house is always tidy and well decorated; and how they can manage to make a dollar stretch further than the waistband on my sweat pants that I still own from when I was 20 pounds lighter. I find myself apologizing for the fact that I only have three children to their more-than-three-children families and sometimes I secretly wish that I could rewind the clock and produce just one more babe.
I know how ridiculous that all sounds, and reading over it just now, sounds even more so.
But this is not a post begging for you to boost me up; no. It is a post to let you know that I had a moment today. A small one, but still. It was a moment. A moment wherein I was the perfect Mom. I looked around at my 3 beautiful, strong willed, smart, healthy, respectful, good, kind, loving, and [nearly] perfect children, and my heart almost burst. I felt satisfied. I felt peace.I don't know how to explain to you the feeling of love that came over me for these three precious ones that I call mine. They are each a part of my own heart and Michael's who we have created out of love and who are looking to us to lead them and guide them and show them the way.
And today, I did.
I sometimes let my kids go to bed without making them brush their teeth because I just need some mommy time.
I snap at them when I am tired. Or hungry. Or both. Or neither.
My house is not always clean. In fact, it's dirty more often than not.
I am not 100% in love with being a pet owner to two super sweet, adorable, yet obnoxious dogs.
I don't always enjoy reading bedtime stories, listening to their daily arguments, or folding their clean laundry.
I am not as diligent as I should be about getting them to bed on time or making sure homework is done.
I would sometimes rather cuddle with a steaming cup of peppermint hot chocolate than help the littlest one out of the tub.
I struggle with feelings of inadequacy. Feeling like I should do or enjoy all of the aforementioned things, and more. But I don't. I just don't.
I often compare myself to other mothers and wonder how they can find the energy to have it all together; to have clean pressed, obedient, good hearted, respectful children; how their house is always tidy and well decorated; and how they can manage to make a dollar stretch further than the waistband on my sweat pants that I still own from when I was 20 pounds lighter. I find myself apologizing for the fact that I only have three children to their more-than-three-children families and sometimes I secretly wish that I could rewind the clock and produce just one more babe.
I know how ridiculous that all sounds, and reading over it just now, sounds even more so.
But this is not a post begging for you to boost me up; no. It is a post to let you know that I had a moment today. A small one, but still. It was a moment. A moment wherein I was the perfect Mom. I looked around at my 3 beautiful, strong willed, smart, healthy, respectful, good, kind, loving, and [nearly] perfect children, and my heart almost burst. I felt satisfied. I felt peace.I don't know how to explain to you the feeling of love that came over me for these three precious ones that I call mine. They are each a part of my own heart and Michael's who we have created out of love and who are looking to us to lead them and guide them and show them the way.
And today, I did.
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