Mother’s Day is coming up, and I have a little revelation to make. Being a mom is hard. I mean, pregnancy and labor and delivery aren’t easy by any means, but in comparison, that’s one of the easier things you will do as a mom.
There’s no perfect way to do it, no one “right way” to pull it off. More often than not, being a mom is flying by the seat of your pants, scrambling at the last minute, and winging it the best you can to try to keep everyone at least moderately happy without going crazy yourself. We are pinch hitters, us mothers.
And the truth is, if it works for you and your family and nobody’s getting hurt, go for it. Chances are, it probably won’t work for the next kid or possibly even tomorrow, so run with it for now.
And I’ve got a bone to pick with the internet and Facebook. I’m standing up for all us mothers out there. I have issues with this:
And this:
Don’t get me wrong. They’re adorable little poems, and I appreciate the sentiment. And I know (more than I ever admit to myself) that babies grow up WAY too fast.
But seriously. Poems and signs like those just pour gasoline on the ever-burning flame of mom-guilt that we all possess. C’mon. You know you have it too. You’re frantically doing the dishes and a little one comes running up asking “Mommy, can you play?” and because there are no clean forks to eat dinner with, you have no choice but to answer “In a few minutes, sweetie.” And then you think of one of the above poems (or something similar) and BLAM! You suddenly feel guilty for doing the dishes.
I’m sorry…but WHAT? Why should you feel guilty for only doing what needs done? Let’s be real, friends. Yes, we’d all like to spend more time with our kids. But realistically, life doesn’t work that way, and we shouldn’t give in to the false expectation that if life doesn’t work that way, we are doing something wrong. That, my mommy friends, is bull-pucky.
As one mom to another, I give you permission to sit down, relax, and know that your kids will be just fine if they play by themselves for a moment, that your baby will survive if you do not hold him or her every second. We are moms. That’s a million jobs rolled into one. If you do even half of them mostly well, you’re way ahead of the game. And no matter what, you’re doing just fine.
And so, (hang THIS on your wall instead!) I give to you:
A Poem for the Real Mom
Playtime with my kids is always priority one,
but sometimes, my friends, other things must get done.
I’m not a fan of making my kids wait their turn,
but it has to happen sometimes or dinner will burn.
And as much as I love playing games with my brood,
someone has to do laundry or we’ll all go nude.
And I can’t always leave the whole house a mess,
or some nosy neighbor will call CPS.
Sometimes I feel like such a big jerk,
when I wake up each morning and head off to work.
But housing and food are never bought free,
and my family and kids are depending on me.
Some days it’s enought that everyone gets dressed and fed,
so don’t give a thought to what others have said.
Remember that “mom” is a balancing act
and from day number one, your life will be packed.
Play with your kids, do the chores and the rest,
and NEVER let anyone tell you you’re less than
THE BEST!