On the heels of Mother’s Day, I have been reflecting on my journey as a mother. Before I had children I thought I knew what sort of mother I would be. There was no question that I’d do everything exactly right, using both book knowledge and God-given intuition to raise perfect little angels.
Then I gave birth.
Most of us who’ve traveled down the motherhood road would agree that it’s the hardest job there is. The confident and easy decisions are few compared to the mountain of “I’m not sure” moments which leave you questioning both your abilities and the likelihood your offspring might end up on an episode of “Intervention” talking about where the dysfunction began.
I haven’t been a perfect mom, this I know for certain. But, I’ve been me and that means my kids get a little bad with hopefully a lot of good. I will not bore you with ALL my thoughts on the subject, but I wanted to share a few points about how hopefully the bad isn’t so bad and the good is really great.
On one hand….
I did not boil the binky every time you dropped it. It would have been your lucky day if I even ran it under the faucet or wiped it off with my own shirt.
I did not nurse you for one year, but barely made it a couple of months. I will admit I’ve never felt more like a failure than the day I called it quits. In other news, you did not care one way or another.
I did not choose to forgo a career to stay at home with you full time. I struggle with this daily, but I’m also proud of my accomplishments at work AND at home. Continue reading I Hope My DIDs Exceed My DIDN’Ts