There is no guilt quite like Mom guilt. That nagging guilt that creeps in after the kids are tucked into bed, and the days events run over in the mind.
I find as I look around at all the other Moms lined up taking their kids to school in the morning, they appear to have it all together. They make the job of Mom look effortless. I return home to my dish-filled sink, mound of laundry, and crumb laden floor fresh from the morning’s rushed breakfast and wonder how come I can’t get it together? Do other Mom’s rush to find clean socks in the morning or want to lock themselves in the closet with a glass of wine when the kids start round 3 of whining and fighting? Please tell me I’m not the only one.
Having said this, I have much appreciated the many women that have come into my life with the refreshing breath of honesty and have laid it all out there. Their life is as hectic as mine, and they feel the same Mom-defeat as I do.
My wish is this: That we as women would stop masking the struggles and frustrations that come with being a Mom and let go of the expectation of being a Supermom of sorts. That we would share our struggles with other women so we all know we aren’t alone in the mighty quest of being a good Mom.
The idea of Supermom is such an unreachable standard. You do the very best that you can do. Guilt serves no purpose. I may not be a perfect Mom, but my kids are loved deeply. They feel safe and loved and that’s all I can ask for.
This post comes on the heels of defeat. I got to thinking about how many of us are not only striving to be a certain size and shape (cookie-cutter body) but also striving to be a Mom that can handle anything and do so with grace while wearing the perfect butt jeans and a kick-ass pair of heels (well, no heels for me…I have weak ankles).
So, here is my confession. My name is Christine and I have 3 kids.
I have a mound of laundry and although I tackle a load or two a day, it never goes away.
I have had my vacuum cleaner out for two weeks. I vacuum a couple rooms here and there, and then I put it in a new location in my house.
If you come over to my house in the morning around getting-ready-for-school time, you may think my house has been ransacked or robbed, but if you come over at 3 p.m. balance is restored somewhat.
I have a stack of boxes in my basement that I’ve moved three times but I have no idea what treasures are in them, but I can’t bring myself to go through them as I’m sure they hold sentimental items.
I can’t quite seem to have all 3 of my kids on the same hair cut rotation, so one of them always looks more refined given the hair cut schedule.
I eat my lunch at 2 pm everyday because it’s an hour I can have to myself while Tessa has quiet time and the boys are still at school.
I would be a much better friend if I did all the things I want to do for my friends, but I lose the time and my intentions often don’t materialize. If you are my friend, I’ve made you buns and a casserole in my mind several times.
I dance in my kitchen when I’m sad. I always feel better after.
I have yet to take fall pictures of my own kids, but I’ve taken many fall sessions for others. Kids I will corner you yet!
I think my husband knows how much I appreciate him, but I forget to tell him. But I think it a lot. Blog stalker are you there? 😉
Roll call to all busy moms, share a confession with a friend today or share one here! There’s no such thing as a Supermom. We are all Moms: loving our kids and trying out best.