If You Are Loving Your Family Well, And Trying Your Best, You Are A Good Mom

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“Sure, I’m a good mom.

Until we’re running late.

Or no one is listening to me.

Until they’re fighting.

Or I’m the one raising my voice.

*Well, I think I’m a good mom.

Until I fed them that.

Or I let those words come out of my mouth.

Until I had a breakdown.

Or I got stares at the grocery store.

*Oh, how I just want to be a good mom.

I cry about it sometimes.

I overthink it.

I question myself.

I just need someone to listen to what I don’t say.

I need a cheerleader and loads of grace.

*I just want to believe I’m doing a good job.

Oh, friend, I get it.

I’m right there with you.

Motherhood is not a sprint; it’s a marathon.

It’s growth over time.

It’s getting back up.

It’s apologizing and praying and trying our best.

It’s trusting we’re not going to mess up more than what God is able to use or fix.

It’s the big picture, the sum of all of it.

So, you can stop questioning that last frustrating moment and believe it —

You are a good mom.

You are loving your family well.

You are trying your best.

That means something.

Someone else needs to hear it today, too —

Mama, you’re doing a good job.”

woman in her kitchen looking out the window
Courtesy of Jaclyn Warren

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