We've all had those days. The kids are fighting. They don't appreciate the treat you gave them. They're rude. They forget their manners. Does it make them monsters or you a bad parent? Despite what many would say while wagging a finger, No. It does not.
For all of you mamas insisting your immaculate house is messy, and all of you normal mamas therefore afraid to have anyone come into your house ever, because that level of clean is just not achievable due to kids/time/dogs/life/constant art projects, let's set some guidelines.
There is no way to undo the actions of your past. But if you do the work of mourning for what you and your children have lost, you will find yourself more available to fully enjoy the life you are living with your children now.
Pinterest, you may look happy and colorful, but you are really a cold and heartless artistically-designed, birthday-cake fueled demon. You have taught me that I suck in areas of life that I didn't even know existed until I met you.
I see the fury in your eyes as I roll slowly past, looking for a parking spot. I see your rawness and it shocks me, not because I'm judging you, but because it's all too familiar, that look, that feeling. I've been there -- believe me.
The beauty of motherhood is in the folds and creases of our lives, the grimaces and tantrums, the moments when we have to grit our teeth to get through, when we pound on windows and yell and scream and demand better of each other and ourselves.
Much has been said about the Myth of the Supermom. That nonexistent female who does it all and looks good doing it. As moms, we hear about this woman, we know she's a myth, and yet we wonder... does she really exist?
I step out in front of the full-length mirror and lather my entire body in cocoa butter lotion, staring at the unrecognizable shape in front of me. I find three small stretch marks underneath my belly button and feel guilty for even noticing.
Well one child (in private) that he has always been your favorite and you love him more. Warn him if the others EVER found out, they would be devastated. Repeat with however many kids you have. Bonus: This will be the hot topic of the day at your funeral, when the beans are finally spilled.
I wonder how she handled it. I wonder what she did when she was so exhausted that the cry of a newborn brought her to tears, too. I wonder how she handled those nights sitting in the dark rocking her child back to sleep and wondering what happened to her life.
Stop trying to be perfect. Stop comparing yourself to others. Stop trying to meet everyone's expectations. You can't fix all your kids' problems and have all the answers. You can't heal all their wounds. Sometimes, you have to let things go.
This is where my guilt comes in; I feel guilty because I've not succumbed to the mom guilt surrounding many of the parenting decisions I've made. I love being a mother, but my world does not revolve around my child. T
She appears harmless, hair pulled back in an unwashed ponytail, yoga pants and a t-shirt. You might notice she needs a pedicure, a pluck and a wash. Sometimes she can be mollified with successive cups of coffee or a couple extra hours of sleep, but other times there is no escaping her wrath.
Why isn't it OK to jump off and explore the world without my family? Why did I feel like I was abandoning my post? My partner leaves once or twice a year, for a week or two, and no one even remarks on it. It's culturally acceptable for him to leave.
I'm 28 weeks pregnant and like many moms-to-be, I'm riddled with questions and mommy guilt. Am I doing this right? How will this affect the baby? Can I eat that? However, I've noticed that my list of worries is also deeply rooted in holding onto my pre-pregnancy self.