Sometimes I feel like I’m a bad mom.
I feed my three year old macaroni and cheese almost every night of the week, and the nights I’m not feeding him that, he’s having chicken nuggets because he won’t hardly eat anything else. I have mountains of laundry waiting to be washed and equal amounts waiting to be folded and a sink full of dirty dishes. I get overwhelmed because I have a baby on my hip and a toddler tugging on my arm and a to-do list a mile long. Some days I’m too snappy with my kids, and sometimes I yell. I push play on the same Disney movie far too many times in one day in hopes that I can finish one thing on my never ending to-do list. I feel guilty for not being able to play with my kids as much as I want to. My house is never fully cleaned; even though I sweep all of the time, there are crumbs under my table and toys scattered across the living room floor. Sometimes I feel like I’m running in a circle all day long: cleaning something, getting a snack for Liam, putting the pacifier in the baby’s mouth, back to cleaning, taking Liam potty, putting the binky back in Easton’s mouth, back to cleaning… You get the picture. I feel like a bad mom because I compare myself to everyone else. They seem to do it all effortlessly. Perfectly behaved children, clean home, all put together. How do they do it?
Some days I feel like I’m doing it all wrong.
I say all of this to my husband holding back tears, apologizing, telling him that I wish I was better for him and our kids.
He holds me close and looks at me and says,
“You are a good mom.”
Even though I didn’t believe it in that moment, deep down I know it is true.
My kids are happy, and fed (even if it’s mac and cheese for the 1000th time), they have clean clothes even if they aren’t folded and neatly put away. There may be crumbs on my floor and dishes in my sink, but that means that I have sweet kiddos that make our house a mess. I’m snappy with my kids sometimes, but I’m always quick to follow up with a hug and a kiss and remind them just how much I truly love and cherish them.
Even on the worst days, I know that I really am a good mom.
If you need this same reminder, I’m here to tell you that you are a good mom. Say it out loud if you have to, and believe it!
We’re all doing our very best for the little people we love so much.