JUST A MOM.

 

JUST A MOM.
I don’t know much about the world today, but I can tell you one thing for certain. No one ‘beats that ass’ like a mom. I mean, we are the Queens of beating ourselves up. No matter how much good we do, how many lives depend on us, or how much recognition we get, it’s just never good enough deep down in our hearts. As a stay at home mom, you may be wondering if “just being a mom” is what your kids will remember you for. And as a working mom, the guilt of leaving your little angels in the care of others, so you can chase your dreams and or provide for them is just drowning. It’s either the guilt of not being able to provide for them, at the expense of staying home with them, or the guilt of providing for them, at the expense of being away from them.
Listen I am just a mom. All I am trying to do is keep Jayden alive, make sure he eats his vegetables, work a full time job,pay taxes, try to drive at the speed limit (keyword try), find time to blog, clean the house, remember where I left my keys, meal prep for the whole week, maintain my natural hair, remember to shave my legs (who needs that negativity in their lives?), keep in touch with friends and family, maintain a healthy weight, not pass through chipotle every chance I get, drink 8-10 glasses of water, sleep 6-8 hours a night, take my multivitamin (ooh which even reminds me), keep up with that grocery list, and make sure to eat the lettuce before throwing it out. Speaking of lettuce loves, isn’t it just the unluckiest food on earth? Anywho, at the end of my day I still have time to beat myself up for Jayden not learning how to speak Japanese, when he lives in America.
My fellow mom’s, 10 or 20, or even 30 years from now, our kids won’t be sitting across a therapist, sobbing and wiping their tears off, blaming us for not picking up their toys. They won’t be sitting across that therapist with a Kleenex saying “My mom ruined my childhood, she didn’t take me to dance class, knowing very well that I would be a brain surgeon”. No, not at all Darl. They will remember you for the hugs and kisses, Sunday dinners,and the morals and values you instilled in them. Your precious little humans, who will grow into great adults who will remember you for the times they made a mistake, and you stood by them. You may not always be there for all the special moments, but make the moments you are present count. Teach them the values of humanity, love them, hug them and be present when it counts.
Thank you for reading to the end, I love you for that. So tell me, do you suffer from guilt? How do you deal with it?