“There’s no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.”
– Jill Churchill
A million, huh?
Cause, lets be honest, in the midst of a melt down from your overtired two year old or your four your old shitting his pants in the middle of Walmart, you sometimes lose your cool. And then your feeling real crappy as mom.
And then you sit down for a story before nap time and they cuddle up to you and tell you they “love you to Pluto and back” and you cant help but realize that the proof is in the pudding.
Listen, I’m not trying to brag or what not, but my kids are some pretty damn good kids.
That goes without saying, they are far from perfect.
Lets face the facts, all kids are little brats. Adorable, smelly, dirty, and hilarious little brats. At least my kids are. But, they are incredibly sweet, innocent, funny, smart and sometimes devious.
Raising children is the literally the hardest yet most rewarding job’s in the whole entire world. We are not just wiping boogers or teaching them their ABC’s, we are raising humans. Humans that will one day become adults. We are raising the future.
That is a lot of pressure.
That pressure has taken it’s toll on me over that last almost 5 years. And facing the facts that it’s only just the beginning almost sends me into a panic attack.
I always saw myself as an amazing, graceful, patient and loving stay at home mom. I got the loving part down at least!
Staying home with my babies has been a necessity, far from the “luxury” it has been called by the people in my life.
I am with my kids almost 24/7. And those sweet little faces drive me up the wall.
But, at the end of the day all those tough moments of insanity are wiped away and the love between us all is what keeps me going.
Motherhood has been taxing, to say the least. But, I would never change anything about it.
Okay, I lied.
I would get more sleep.