Ever since I became a mom 17 years ago, I’ve had an unofficial list of ideals that never actually materialized. I thought these mom ideals would make me and my kids happy. But I’ve realized over the years that these elusive “shoulds” aren’t really necessary to raising healthy, happy, children.
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This week what I did right was this: I swallowed my pride and let my teenage son dunk me in the pool (well, try to). Even though I didn’t want him to mess up my hair or makeup.
Before I had kids I spent a lot of effort making Sundays special. All that changed when I had kids.
Every week when I sit down to write one thing that I did right that week, I draw a blank. Then I start thinking of all the things I did NOT do right.
A post from a few months ago.
It was a hard week. Who am I kidding. It’s ALWAYS a hard week. Every single week. 100% of them. All 52 of the year. Every year.
Now that I’m here in the thick of the stay-at-home-mom life (for the past 17 years and counting), I can honestly say I have mixed feelings about it.
I’m really bad at reading to my kids. I haven’t always been that way though.
When I was a 21-year-old college student with two toddlers, I was a rock star at reading to my kids.
Whenever an article about raising children advises that we hug our teenagers more – I inwardly cringe.