What kind of mom sometimes gives up on making dinner because her kids snack too much beforehand then never eat it anyway?
What kind of mom buys her kids treats at the grocery store even though they misbehaved so she doesn’t have to endure the meltdown if she says no?
What kind of mom sets limits on screen time then ignores it because she is finally able to take a bath in peace?
What kind of mom buys her kids clothes and toys then complains when they are strewn all over the living room?
What kind of mom makes the kids go outside and play so she can clean the house but ends up scrolling through social media?
What kind of mom takes her kids to the park but only stays for thirty minutes because she’s too doggone cold?
What kind of mom tries so hard to be perfect and cries because she knows she’ll never get there?
What kind of mom has overwhelming fears that she may be ruining her kids?
A good mom. A normal mom. A mom like me. I have done every single one of these things at some point. I know you have heard it before, but I’ll say it again: “The fact that you worry if you’re a good mom is proof that you are one.” Why? A bad mom wouldn’t care one way or the other.
Motherhood is hard. We are accountable for raising moral, responsible, well-mannered adults, and it’s a twenty-four-hour job. It’s even more difficult if you’re doing it alone, like me. I constantly feel like I’m failing. But when I tuck them into bed every night to hugs and kisses and “I love you mom”- I know I must be doing something right.
As long as the good outweighs the bad and the happy outweighs the sad, they will grow up and be glad… they have a great mom. A mom like you.
When my older son lived with me two years ago, he loved to watch funny videos on his phone. When he saw one he thought I would enjoy, I would hear, “Hey mom…” before he would show me his phone. All day long at random times, “Hey mom…” While washing dishes, cooking dinner, folding laundry, paying bills- “Hey mom…” To be honest, it got quite annoying until I realized that was his way of hanging out with me, so to speak.
I am currently planning a trip for myself and the kids. I love to surprise them, so I am not telling them until the day we leave. I wonder if that’s why God keeps us in the dark regarding His plans; He loves to surprise us too!
I don’t want to complain tonight, but can I be real? I’m tired. I will be 41 in nine days. I have been at this motherhood thing for twenty-two years, and I still have eleven to go until my youngest is 18. That’s thirty-three years, y’all. Thirty-three years of cleaning up after little people, breaking up arguments, fixing broken toys, birthday parties, tantrums (oh yes, I am still dealing with that…)
It’s a bright, sunny day here in the Pacific Northwest, and I have an hour before I have to pick up my kids from school. I promised myself that I would clean my perpetually messy house during this hour of solitude. But God had other plans.
School time is upon us once again! This will be my third year working as a school nurse. I have experience at the elementary and high school level. Let me preface this post by saying that I absolutely love my job. However, as with all jobs working with kids, the most frustrating part can be dealing with parents.
Sometimes we get discouraged while praying for the lost. We faithfully pray for that lost child or spouse and we aren’t seeing any change. Occasionally, we may even feel like giving up or “giving it to God” and stop praying about it. I think the real definition of giving it to God is- stop worrying about it but keep on praying about it!
My five-year-old was sitting in the bathtub and I was standing there playing on my phone waiting for the tub to fill. And then something told me to put the phone down and go hang out with my son. So, I sat next to the tub on the floor. He just looked at me with his huge brown eyes and smiled and I started to cry.