“Some days I am a Rockstar mom.
I have lunches packed, clothes laid out, and baths done by 7 p.m. I have arranged the child pick-up and drop-off schedule, weekly meal plan, and caught up on all housework. I’ve grocery shopped successfully WITH my toddler and not one fit was thrown. #winning
I’m totally present with my little man: bouncing from Dinosaur squeals, to hide and seek, to belting out the Paw Patrol theme song at the top of my lungs with complete ease: ‘No job too big, no pup too small.’ We wind down with bedtime stories instead of watching Cocomelon on YouTube and teeth brushing goes on without one tear being shed. On those days I feel good. I feel confident. I think for a split second I have motherhood figured out.
Other days, I operate in complete and utter survival mode.
On those days I plainly and simply survive by the seat of my pants. On those days I am tired. I am disengaged. I am overwhelmed. I am tired of correcting the same bad behavior for the 49th time in a row. So, I let my toddler pull out every utensil from the drawer and put it in the dog bowl simply because I am defeated.
I am tired of picking up the same 50 pieces to the Melissa and Doug puzzle scattered across my floor, so I settle for a house that looks like something out of an episode of hoarders. I let my kid watch Toy Story 3 back to back so I can sit on the couch and drink a cup of coffee before it turns cold. I order pizza instead of cooking. I load him into the car for nap time so I can get an hour of driving around in silence.
Not every day is like this, but some days are, and it doesn’t mean I’m failing as a mother.
We tend to let the one time we lost our temper or the one time we let our kids eat cake for dinner, or whatever it may be, define us a lazy, bad, or uncaring mothers.
That’s just not true.
Every day is not a fairytale. But I also know that the great days outweigh the hard days. The thing is, my child doesn’t keep a record of how great or how mediocre I am, so why should I?
As moms, we’ve got to stop our all or nothing philosophy and allow ourselves some grace to be human.
So, whether you’re having a Rockstar day or rock bottom day I want you to know you are important, awesome, and vital to your little one. To them, you are truly a ROCKSTAR.
You got this mama, keep rocking.”
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