Generally, I spend more time apologizing to my girls, for my behavior, than actually being a good example for them to follow. Yep, that’s right. I’m letting you know that I’m not a perfect mom. Far from it actually. And I’m definitely not the mom that pretends that everything is perfect. I’m not hanging my laundry out for everyone to judge me, I’m just letting you know that if you struggle with this whole parenting thing, you are not alone! Whether you admit it or not, we all have our good days, and not so good days…
The days when I make at least one, of my 3 girls, cry before we even leave the house for school.
Or the days when my girls stop talking to me because they don’t want me yelling at them.
Or when I get all bent out of shape because the little darlings are acting just like me.
Or the days when my hubby (who has a fuse as long as the Mississippi river) puts me in check for my attitude, which, you know, goes over really well with me. ::inserteyeroll::
Yep, those days are awesome, and packed full of apologies from me. Sigh.
Or how about this day? I was in a less than favorable mood. So, before things could escalate, I put myself in a time out and went upstairs for a nap, in hopes to wake up on the right side of the bed, whatever that means. Wouldn’t you know it, my girls decided to have a screaming contest, as soon as I closed the door. An eternity later, hubby sent them outside and when I finally drifted off to sleep, my middle child, G2, burst through the bedroom door saying that G3’s toe was pouring blood, due to half of her toe being ripped off. How? I have no idea. And by the way, she was still at the neighborhood park and couldn’t ride her bike home. I slump out of the wrong side of bed, again, get shoes on, and hop in the car in a huff. As I was driving and muttering under my breath, I spotted G1 and G3 walking home. I pull over and begrudgingly get out of the car. G3’s toe is actually still intact, and, of course, barely bleeding. She was clearly distraught, so, I made her get in the car and threw, yes, literally threw, her bike in the back. I may or may not have muttered “this is so stupid” (among other things) under my breath, to which G2 responds: “We are NOT stupid.” I told her I didn’t say that they were stupid, and it just went downhill from there. Yeah, this whole mom thing, it doesn’t come so naturally for me at times.
Needless to say, after G3’s toe scrape was properly bandaged, I grabbed her little tear stained face in my hands and apologized: “I really am sorry you hurt your toe. And I’m so very sorry for not responding to your pain with compassion. Will you forgive me?” And then gave her the biggest hug.
Story short, I admittedly make a lot of mistakes as a mom, but I’m doing the best I can.
And that, my friends, is definitely good enough.
Even if it doesn’t feel like it.