What is your picture of motherhood? What do you see as the perfect "mom"? What expectations do you have when you wake up and see your home and think of how it could be? When I think of a good mom, my ideal tends to be drawn to the woman who's home is spotless. She makes homemade meals; does arts and crafts with her five small children. The children are always put together, and she is always put together nicely. She is the queen of multi-tasking; never feeling overwhelmed by her life. She loves being with her children (ALL THE TIME) and interacts with them at home and when she goes to the park.
I know friends who have filled this ideal in one or two areas; but rarely in everything. I have seen the spotless homes and wonder how in the heck do they do that with more than one child running around? I see laundry neatly put away, and for the longest time I wanted to run hiding when people would see my piles hiding in different places (I abhor laundry). I see the organic meals moms make. I see mom's making dozens of cookies with their children for school; giving them something more than a poptart for breakfast and I admire them! I have gotten better, but first thing in the morning is just not my thing. I need way too many cups of coffee before I get that kind of motivation. For the longest time I was jealous of anyone who I perceived held up the perfect mother standard. I envied their drive to do things I hated and was, in all honesty, sometimes too lazy to do.
I felt a heavy amount of guilt because I thought I was falling short of something. Feeling like I was not being a good mom because I chose to work instead of spending every waking moment with them. I tried the stay-at-home mommy part and it just wasn't for me. I needed to work. That need left me feeling guilty.
I would oft times lose my temper with my children; I would sometimes feed them poptart for the second time that day because I honestly just didn't feel like cooking something that I knew would be a battle to get them to eat. When I took them to the park, I would begrudge playing on the different things with them. What is wrong with me that I can't do good mom things?
One day while I was dealing with a particularly down moment in my mommy pity party, Sarah walked up to me and said, "You're a great mommy." For some reason that got me to look at everything from a different perspective: I am not perfect and I will never be a perfect mom.
Hold the phone.
Let me repeat it for you: We are not perfect and will never be a perfect mom.
The mothers who seem to "have it together" I guarantee you deal with the feeling of inadequacy just as you do. Motherhood has been turned into a competition, and it never should be such. Our culture looks at each other to find flaws (cloth diaper vs. disposables- boob milk vs. formula - natural birth assisted by dolphins vs. fully medicated hospital birth). It is like we are pitted against one another from the time we pee on a stick until the end of time.
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| This is AFTER I cleaned it :) |
You come to my house any given day, you will find piles of laundry waiting to be put away (did I mention I HATE laundry) and dishes in the sink. I keep my floors pretty clean, but toys are everywhere despite the fact I clean them up with the girls multiple times a day. I maintain my home; no cover of Southern Living in my place. My is clean, but it is cluttered and messy most of the time
I feed my kids a mix of good food and very, very processed food. We watch TV on days I don't feel like doing much, and other days we go to the park where I encourage them to do things on their own. Motherhood is not about what you are failing at, but about what you are doing! If you are loving, feeding, and nurturing your children in a healthy environment YOU ARE DOING A WONDERFUL JOB! If you dress your children, keep them safe from the elements and all sorts of other nasty things you are able to prevent YOU ARE A GREAT MOTHER!
Don't doubt the impact you are making on your children. They will remember most your love and your time with them. They won't remember you didn't put away the laundry for the one-hundredth time. They will remember you; your warmth and your calm.
Just you remember that.




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