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Some Honest to goodness facts about me as a Mom:

Whenever the phrase, "Dammit to Hell" escapes my lips, my children instantly reply, "Uh-oh Mommy, what's wrong/what happened?"

Patience is definitely not my strong suit.

Sometimes I just want to run away and let somebody else do the whole parenting thing.

I'm not rocking the mom jeans, baggy sweater, and messy bun because I'm trying to be fashion forward.  Though I praise the heavens above that those things are currently considered "IN" because I wear this look nearly 7 days a week.

I constantly envy other moms...and not in a good way.

Bathing more than once a week and getting more than 7-8 hours of sleep are now and exotic rarity and luxury.

I'm 90% convinced my children have a close kinship with the Devil himself.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't use the T.V. and all forms of smart devices on a regular basis to subdue my children.

I frequently put my self in "Time Out".

and last but not least...

There isn't a day that goes by without me thinking I am the worst mom ever.



There.  I said it.  All the secret sides of me as a Mom are out in the open; and as terrified as I am to be sharing that private side of myself with you, I also feel quite liberated because I'm boldly stating: I AM NOT PERFECT!

And to be honest, what Mom is?!

Sure, there are many moms out there that seem to have it all together.  But, I can't tell you how many times those women that I labeled as "Perfect Moms" ended up being the furthest thing from it.  Something that I'm 100% okay with because it helps me realize that they too have their struggles and are trying to do the best that they can.

Since I'm only speaking for myself, I am going to make the proclamation that motherhood isn't easy.  Countless times have I put on the facade that I was a pro mom with the perfect life just to cover up the underlying truth that I was quite far from it; doing all that I could to create the image of the mother I thought society wanted me to be.  But, in each and every one of those moments, I have always found myself slipping into a form of depression because I wasn't being true to myself and my realities.  

Obviously, I'm not saying that we all have to be continual Debbie Downers, proclaiming our troubles and woes to the world from sunup to sundown.  However, I am saying that we should all acknowledge that perfection doesn't exist; doing our best to equally embrace and love the ups and the downs of motherhood.



So, how do we do that?  How do we stop comparing our mothering abilities to others' and learning to find the worth in what our personal journey through motherhood has to offer?  With all my heart, I wish I had a universal answer, but I don't.  At the end of the day, the one things I know with a surety is that motherhood is a precious gift.  Something that not every woman will get the opportunity to experience; so I need to do all that I can to cherish each moment.  Both the good and the bad.  Celebrating every single moment when I succeed and learning from the moments when I don't.  There are many things in life that teach us invaluable lessons; and motherhood is one of them.  

I can do hard things, and you can too!

Honesty truly is the best policy.  Imagine what we could do for one another, as mothers, if we avoided judging one another and instead, honestly owned our struggles; working together to fully embrace, love and support one another in the beautiful disaster that motherhood can truly be!  

Motherhood isn't easy, Mumsies; but it's 110% worth it.   Which is why I will continue to avoid envying and comparing who and what I am as a mother to those around me; because if I don't, I will never fully get to experience the personal happiness that was intended for me when I became a mother.  A fate I find far worse than my personal imperfections as a mother.


I've said it before, and I'll proudly say it again.  I'm an imperfect mother.

  Though there will be many moments when I won't be able to change how my children choose to act and behave; I will always be able to control the type of mother I am to my children.  True, there will be many days in which I falter and fall flat on my face.  But that doesn't bother me, because I know I will have gone down vigorously trying to be the best mom I could become for my children; and that is more than enough for me.

Much Love,


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2 comments

  1. You nailed it. It is the hardest job on earth. Nobody gives you perks of bonuses. Nobody pats you on the back for a job well done. If you don't take care of yourself, few if anyone will.

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