Ladies, when did you realize that you were not going to be the “perfect mom?” For me, I think it was the day I brought my son home from the hospital. Before I had a child, I had all these plans of how I would be the “perfect mom.” You know, the one whose children are always dressed in the most adorable outfits without a spot on them. The one whose kids follow her around the mall and grocery store like little ducklings never touching anything or throwing themselves on the floor. The mom, who cooks all organic delicious dinners every night, sends fruits and veggies in their kid’s lunch boxes, AND their kids actually eat them! The mom who cuts her kid’s sandwiches into heart shapes and bakes cute little desserts. The mom who would never be seen driving through the McDonald’s drive through, not even when she’s on a road trip with her five children in a mini van. The mom, who home schools all of her kids, never complains, loves every minute of it, and is grateful to have the opportunity to do so. The mom who takes her kids on educational camping trips, long bike rides, and has family football games and potato sack races in the yard just like the Brady Bunch. The mom who doesn’t even own a TV in the house. The mom who never hires a babysitter because she enjoys spending every moment she can with her children and never needs any “me time.” Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating, but my point is, boy was I delusional! Clearly, I was setting myself up for failure.
Instead the reality is my kid’s clothes are always stained. I let him play outside in the mud and in the rain. I let him finger-paint his entire body if he wants. There are holes in his shirts because he likes to chew on them. I will usually feed him whatever he will eat, even fast food (gasp!), since he will hardly eat anything. He even has his own peanut butter jar at home that he eats out of with a spoon, and I confess that I’ve never baked anything that didn’t come out of a box. I honestly don’t think I could EVER attempt homeschooling, not that I don’t think homeschooling is great. I just couldn’t do it. We watch too much TV, haven’t been on one camping trip, and I don’t even know where to get a potato sack. I would really love to find some though, because the thought of my husband hopping around the yard in one makes me giggle.
People sometimes put too much pressure on themselves. No one is perfect. Just do the best you can and try not to feel guilty about what you didn’t do. I’ve learned to let a lot of things go. Did you attempt to feed, dress, and hug your children today? Maybe spent a little time with them and told them you love them? Great, then go reward your self with some chocolate or a glass of wine. You deserve it. You can thank me later.