Here’s what I know about mothering:
That some days are bad and some days are good. And just because it’s bad today doesn’t mean it won’t get better. And that really good day you had? Burn that into your memory because soon it’ll go downhill again. Sometimes all within a matter of minutes.
Some of the best mothers I’ve ever met don’t have children.
Ice cream for dinner is okay once in a while.
Yelling doesn’t make the situation better. But for some reason, I keep doing it.
A supportive husband can make or break you.
For our family, I’m a better mother because I work outside the home. Some days I wish I was a stay-at-home mom, but most days I do not. I know the grass is always greener on the other side so I try to remind myself of that when I’m feeling sorry for myself. And then I remember to water where I’m at and shut up about it.
Naps are important. And if you can get your kids to take them too, that’d be good.
Sometimes my children don’t know why they’re crying, they just want to cry. Maybe if more adults did this once in a while, we’d all be happier. A good cry is powerful therapy.
Seeing what I put in my children’s bodies and how it effects their poop has changed the way I eat. Also, I can now talk about poop with a completely straight face and in all seriousness. Well, most of the time, anyway.
We all mother differently. I’m not right and you’re not wrong. We’re all just doing the best we can. But telling someone they’re wrong because it’s not how you would do it destroys us all. So stop it.
Mess is okay sometimes. I’m still working on acceptance of this one.
There’s beauty in the unplanned. Loosen up, Mary.
Sing songs even if you can’t sing. Your children don’t know that yet and they love your voice anyway. You might even start to think you don’t sound that bad. But your husband will bring you back down to Earth soon, so don’t you worry about that recording contract just yet.
There’s power in I’m sorry. Show your kids that grace.
And a good snuggle can cure most bad days.
Happy Mother’s day.