All my life I wanted to be a mom. Not just any mom but like the all powerful super mom. I was going to cook the best meals, keep the house perfect, be that PTA mom and just be all around awesome. Now I sit here all grown up looking at the piles of laundry, the dishes in the sink, and the list of things my kids want to do and I’m wondering am I failing at this mom thing. Don’t get me wrong I love my kids. My 4 boys and my husband are my life. But I have a toddler who doesn’t stop, a future NFL player, a preteen who has decided clean clothes and deodorant are a option, and a teen who is blessed to be smarter than every other single person in the world (or so he thinks). Being a mom is nothing like I pretended when I played with my dolls or when Barbie married Ken. This is real life and its hard. Its boogers, colds, broken things in my house, driving all around town for play dates because my kid is more popular than I ever was. Its never getting to eat a meal without sharing with a toddler because well God forbid he eat the food on his plate even tho it is exactly the same as whats on my plate. Apparently somehow my food is better. Being a mom means never ever feeling truly rested because the moment you sit down someone is standing in front of you asking you for something.Being a mom is sniffing your yoga pants and looking for stains to see if you can get away with wearing them for the 3rd day in a row. Its leaving the house with your shirt on inside out and backwards ( yes I did this yesterday) but your kids look absolutely adorable and put together. Its wishing you could pee without a audience and wishing that when you tired and didn’t want to cuddle your toddler understood and would stop licking your arm. Basically its nothing as I imagined. Its better. That’s right its better. Its knowing that at this time you the most messy, tired, overworked person are the most important person in your kids eyes. Its when your biracial kiddo gets in your makeup which is clearly 5 shades darker than him and you ask him if he did he looks at you with these huge eyes and tells you he loves you because your the best mom ever. Yea I got played by a toddler but hey I was the best mom ever. So I may not be supermom, I may not even be supermoms sidekick but in the eyes of my kiddo with lipstick on his face and my pressed powder smeared all over him I’m the best mom ever and you know what Ill take it. Ill hold my head high if I ever have the energy and Ill tell myself you got this because you are the best mom ever.
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