Will it ever be ok not to be the perfect mom?
I am not the perfect mom. I don't think most days I'm the perfect mom. I am not the warm and fuzzy mom that embodies putting the kids first at all times, at all costs. Most of the time I don't even think of myself as a mom. I'm too busy doing.
I am more like a dad than a mom with them. I have fleeting moments of reading stories, car ride conversations, and weekend outings. I'm not there when they fall down on the playground or assisting the teacher on field trips. I can't even seem to remember to send in cookies or cupcakes on their birthdays like the other moms do. I rush them in the morning to get ready and off to school and I rush them to get home so homework can get done and dinner made.
I love my kids. They are more dear to me than anything. So, when I step back and take a breath, I realize that they love me too and think I'm the best mom. It's not the cookies and cupcakes. It's not the bandaid on the scraped knee. It's not being in their classroom or on a field trip. They know I love them and am there for them. Isn't that what is it to be the perfect mom?


















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