It's been a day.
A long day at work, a long evening home, and too many coals in the fire of my life. The to do list is long and the nerves are short and I feel I'm failing at this motherhood gig every single day.
You see, I'm finally in the shower (8:30) and a sweet boy rounds the corner asking for clothes. He's currently into only underwear. I snap and mutter under my breath, as I normally do - "get them yourself. I can't do it while I'm in the shower!"
Away he goes and slowly returns holding up a shirt and asking if it's okay. I nod.
Away he goes again and I shower in peace, questioning why I have so many coals in the fire and wondering how I'm measuring up on the motherhood scale - not well I conclude. I finish up my shower and as I'm getting out --
"Mommy, just dry off and then come help me, okay? You need to help me, mommy."
Tears. My tears. That faithful little dude wasn't mad at me for snapping, but instead he sat patiently waiting on my bed because mommy puts his clothes on just right. That sweet little smile waited for me anyway, knowing I'd kiss his head before he toddled on downstairs for a bedtime snack.
"I love you, mommy"
Wordy, sure, but my point is this: we may feel we're failing at motherhood every day, but the truth is that we aren't. Our kids eyes see us differently and they don't compare us to unrealistic standards. They love us regardless. Let's stop focusing on failing and focus on fulfilling.
My new goal. I owe it to my kids. They sure put up with a lot from me.
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