Tag: Mom

  • Why I Will Not Judge Your Parenting

    WHY I WILL NOT JUDGE YOUR PARENTING ❤️

    I’m too damn busy.

    I’m too busy making mistakes and praying my kids turn out alright anyway.

    I’m too busy looking at my musty smelling laundry pile and wondering if I should fold it or light it all on fire.

    I’m too busy teaching my kids good work ethics which means saying “stop playing and keep cleaning” over and over until everyone is crying.

    I’m too busy yelling that everyone needs to STOP YELLING and then wondering if I will ever be able to stop yelling. It’s not really looking good for any of us.

    I’m too busy letting my three-year-old use a pacifier and my six-year-old wear Cinderella underwear as a bathing suit.

    I’m too busy trying not to fight with my husband in front of the kids even though sometimes we make each other crazy (ESPECIALLY IN THE CAR). I say trying, because last week my three-year-old asked me why daddy and I sometimes argue like little kids.

    I’m too busy wondering if that wet spot is from water, juice, or urine.

    I’m too busy trying to assess if that Pterodactyl scream was a “we’re having fun” scream or a “blood has been shed” scream.

    I’m too busy making risky calls like should I let my son wear that shirt with spaghetti sauce on it to church, and do I tell my girls that it’s actually a “vagina” not a “bagina”, even though bagina is way more awesome?

    I’m too damn busy apologizing to my kids. I’m apologizing for misunderstanding them, for getting grumpy, for bumping their head on a doorway, for not believing them that their tummy hurt until they projectile vomited, and for throwing away that ginormous popsicle stick art project they brought home from school.

    I’m too busy apologizing FOR my kids, like, “sorry they ate all your snacks and asked you if there’s a baby in your belly”.

    I’m too busy being overwhelmed by the fact that it’s already dinner time AGAIN and the food is still at the grocery store.

    I’m too busy because this parenting gig is flying by at lightning speed and I’m hanging on for dear life, hoping that when it’s over they will look back and say “we were loved”.

    I’m not going to judge your parenting because IT’S HARD and YOU are the qualified one.

    I’m not qualified because I don’t worry about your kids like you do. I don’t lie awake at night wrestling with decisions about schools, and friends, and behaviors, and obstacles in their precious lives. I don’t love them, ache for them, feed them, or say sorry to them like you do. I don’t know them. I don’t know their dreams or what makes them tick.

    I’m eleven years in and I am now more certain than ever that there isn’t “one way” to do this well. I’m just trying to figure out how to parent my own kids and how many margaritas I can have without getting a hangover. Life is complicated.

    If we can’t be real and share the struggle, then it just doesn’t work for me.

    I’m a fan of all MOMS.

    I’m too damn busy for anything else.

    Full credit to wonderoak.com, Facebook/wonderoak/ and https://www.instagram.com/wonderoakblog/ on Instagram

  • I’m Not The Perfect Mom, I’m THAT Mom

    ‘I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who gets up before the sun rises, to get ready for work. Who packs lunches and gets backpacks and clothes laid out. Who sneaks in and kisses her babies before she leaves for the day.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who sometimes has a short fuse. Who sometimes yells over insignificant things. Who wishes she didn’t loose her temper as much.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who stops at McDonald’s for her kids. Who has good intentions of making a home cooked meal, but gets frustrated when nobody will even try it.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who spends all night cleaning up, and feels guilty for not sitting with her kids. I’m also the mom who plays with her kids, and then feels guilty for having a messy house.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who one day, sets an hour limit on their tablet time. I’m also the Mom who let’s them play on it for 3 hours the next day, just so I can get things accomplished.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who sits down and goes over homework with her kids. I’m also the mom who gets in trouble for not correctly helping with homework because I was cooking dinner and feeding the baby at the same time.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who feels like a rockstar on Monday. I’m also the Mom who feels like I’m ready to throw in the towel by Friday.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who has let her baby cry it out. I’m also the Mom who let’s her babies crawl into her bed in the middle of the night, snuggling up with them.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who formula fed. Who used disposable diapers, who didn’t make homemade baby food.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who tries her hardest every single day. Who knows that she’s not perfect, but her kids think she’s pretty damn close.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who is everybodys everything. The keeper of the calender, the chauffeur of the littles, the wiper of the messes, and the referre of the house.

    I’m that Mom.

    The Mom who is exhausted at the end of everyday. Who wonders every night if I’ve done a good enough job. Who hopes and prays that my babies will grow up knowing that they are loved and protected. Who peeks in on them when they’re sleeping, even when they spent the last 3 hours driving me crazy.

    I’m that Mom.

    I’m not the Perfect Mom, but that’s okay. Because I’m That Mom – and that’s a pretty damn good one to be’

    Credit: The Chronicles of Motherhood

  • To The Mum Hiding In Her Bathroom Needing Peace For Just One Minute

    To the mum hiding in her bathroom, needing peace for just one minute, as the tears roll down her cheeks..

    To the mum who is so tired she feel likes she can’t function anymore and would do anything to lay down and get the rest she needs…

    To the mum sitting in her car, alone, stuffing food in her face because she doesn’t want anyone else to see or know she eats that stuff…

    To the mum crying on the couch after she yelled at her kids for something little and is now feeling guilty and like she is unworthy…

    To the mum that is trying desperately to put those old jeans on because all she really wants is to look in the mirror and feel good about herself…

    To the mum that doesn’t want to leave the house because life is just too much to handle right now…

    To the mum that is calling out for pizza again because dinner just didn’t happen the way she wanted it to…

    To the mum that feels alone, whether in a room by herself or standing in a crowd…

    You are enough.

    You are important.

    You are worthy.

    This is a phase of life for us. This is a really really hard, challenging, crazy phase of life.

    In the end it will all be worth it. But for now it’s hard. And it’s hard for so many of us in many different ways. We don’t always talk about it, but it’s hard and it’s not just you.

    You are enough.

    You are doing your best.

    Those little eyes that look up at you – they think you are perfect. They think you are more than enough.

    Those little hands that reach out to hold you – they think you are the strongest. They think you can conquer the world.

    Those little mouths eating the food you gave them – they think that you are the best because their bellies are full.

    Those little hearts that reach out to touch yours – they don’t want anything more. They just want you.

    Because you are enough. You are more than enough, mama.

    You. Are. Amazing. ❤❤

    Credit: Latched and Attached