There is an urban legend in the Suburbs. Good Moms are perfect. They never:
Lose their tempers.
Curse under their breath. (or sometimes really loudly when they think no one is listening)
Tell their kids to SHUSH!
Cry for no reason.
Allow dessert before dinner.
or instead of dinner
Let their kids play hours of Mine Craft on a Sunday afternoon just because it was the easy thing to do.
Give up on matching socks and settle for “cleanish” socks.
Forget the golden rule of “Pick your battles” and spend the entire weekend picking every fricken battle you can think of.
Enforce bedtime like a drill sergeant, not because it’s good for them, but because it’s good for you.
Put every single person on the earth before themselves.
Good Moms don’t sleep. (I’ve got this one down…not because I’m getting my June Cleaver on but because I’ve got wicked insomnia)
Guess this means, I am not a good Mom; but I am a real one.
I get tired, angry and sometimes feel a tad selfish. I settle for clean clothes, not so much perfect outfits. I live off coffee, which often results in the embarrassment of my girls as it leads to singing too loudly in the car with the windows rolled down, and dancing in the kitchen like a maniac. I make my kids spend time with me when they don’t want to, and let them plug themselves in when I need a break. I apologise when I need to, and hug my girls every chance I get. I love those little people with all of my heart, and truly am trying to do my very best. Sometimes, it’s hard. Having a teenager in the house is making life challenging? Exciting and fabulous, but raising this mini me is going to make the next few years…blog worthy.
The truth is my best may not look like everyone else’s best, and I am okay with that.
For now I am just trying to get through the day….and be a real Mom. One who loves fiercely, laughs easily and makes the most of every moment. The years are suddenly flying by too quickly and I’m trying to savour every second. Wish me luck.
Sending hugs to all the real Moms out there! xo