I may not be perfect. Things may not always turn out the way I want them to be, whether it is something to do with my husband, kids, work, life, etc… But I do know one thing: I am a good mother!
I make mistakes. I always said I would never yell at my kids. Well, sometimes I do. I am not perfect. I thought I was going to breastfeed my children. Well, it didn’t turn out exactly as I wanted it to. Was I disappointed? Yes. However, as much as I do believe breastfeeding is best and condone it wholeheartedly, I also know that it is not for everyone. I don’t think that a mother should be judged on that.
I never thought my children would ever eat fast food, mac and cheese, and other things that I thought were bad for them. Well it happened. We try to avoid fast food as much as possible, but that is a choice I have made as a mother.
So what am I getting at here? We mothers are all different. We are all different and unique individuals who will not react the same way to each situation put in front of us. Not one of us is perfect, and while we all want what is best for our children, we cannot berate ourselves over the past, circumstances that prevent us from doing things the way we wanted, or the fact that all our parenting styles are different. So many times, we jump on the judgment train instead of the support train.
Yes, sometimes I am judgmental, but it is something I want to change because I don’t want to make another mother feel that she is doing a bad job if she is really trying her best. We all get frazzled. Some of us have situations that make parenting feel difficult. Some of us do not have good support systems. Some of us just need a break. Those are the times we need to band together and show support.
There are times I feel like a bad mother like when my son has a meltdown, and I can feel everyone staring at me, and I just want to cry. Sometimes I don’t handle it the best way, but I learn from my mistakes and keep trying.
I may not be perfect, but neither of my children. Even though they are driving me nuts right now and the words “Mean Mommy” were uttered earlier, I know that at the end of the day, they will give me a hug and tell me how awesome I am. That is what makes me a good mommy, not the praise of those around me but the praise from my children who know that I am trying to be the best mother I can be.