I`m Not Always a Good Mom …

I’m not always a good mom … but doesn’t Every. Mother. Ever. Say that about themselves at one point or another!

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I love my Darlin (her middle name!) very much, and I would give my life over hers in a heartbeat!

I’m not always a good mom … and I lose my shit nearly every day!

I yell a lot and am short with her even in general conversations sometimes.  I really thought that I would be this amazing mom and my child and I would be best friends (a daughter especially).  That I would be the cool mom and all of the neighbourhood kids and friends would congregate to our house because I’m so awesome!  But that is hardly the case …

… I haven’t lived up to my expectations for myself as a mom.  But perhaps it’s our daughter’s age …

Our girl tests each and every inkling of my patience and knows exactly what she is doing, too!

Perhaps it’s a mother-daughter thing, maybe it’s a stage of life or a phase, or this is just how our relationship is going to be for THE REST OF OUR LIVES!  I have tried everything; from being nice, soft-spoken and understanding to; a hard ass drill sergeant barking orders.

NOTHING WORKS ON THIS GIRL and I inevitably lose my cool and yell like a banshee.

I’m sure our neighbours have heard me yelling at my daughter.  I have scolded her in the grocery store for not behaving, and I have hauled her ass out to the car when she’s just being a little fucker and I can’t handle it anymore.

We have all been there when a child is throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of a crowd and all eyes are on MOM (or dad).

Now let’s not judge … ok!

We’ve all done it … dirty, sad looks of embarrassment for the poor mom who’s kid is freaking out because they can’t have a snickers bar!  Try a little smile of encouragement to help her get through the rest of her day – ’cause the next time it will be you!

Every mother (or father, guardian, etc) has yelled at their kids. If you claim you haven’t – you’re full of shit!

Every dad has survived the inevitable tantrum in the toy aisle at Walmart (my hubby!) and every mom has made it home from shopping with epic screaming and hyperventilating in the car ALL THE WAY HOME!  Every parent has survived and thrived and made a few mistakes along the way in the raising of their kids – and we learn from those mistakes.

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Case in point … When I was about 5 or 6 years old at Christmastime, I was singing along with a Christmas song and said Jesus Christ in the song.  My mother heard this and whipped down my pants and smacked my ass in front of the whole family.  I distinctly remember this event from my childhood because we still listen to that Christmas album and even though I’m nearly 40 years old, I still watch my mouth!

Many, many years later when my Mom was visiting I reminded her of this event and told her that I was only singing a song when I said what I said.  My mother was so upset and ashamed that she had punished me for singing along to a Christmas song.  I had brought her to tears because I called her out on a parenting mistake.   She apologized profusely and hugged me, sobbing, saying that she should have dug deeper into my supposed cursing before jumping to the wrong conclusion.  She admitted that she had made a mistake!

We have all had parenting fuck ups.

When you have a child, you are never given a manual with every answer to every problem and issue that will arise during your child`s life.

It’s all a crap shoot.

No parent knows what they are doing in any given situation and WE NEVER WILL.  But yet our children flourish and thrive even when (and possibly because of) our shortcomings as caregivers.

When we sit and colour, read a book, bake cookies, or simply cuddle with our kids – we are being the best parents!  That’s all they want – is for us to be there and spend time with them, making memories and loving them.

I always wanted to have kids and I’m so glad that we have such a sweet and sassy girl.  She may be trying at times (like, every day)  but I wouldn’t trade being  her mom for anything in the world.

No, you cannot have a cookie five minutes before … WTF …

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