In October of 2000 I welcomed my first child into the world and got onto the roller coaster ride that is known as motherhood. I've always wanted to be a mom and I love this parenting gig. However, I have a confession to make. Sometimes it is really hard and not all it's cracked up to be. Another confession? I'm not perfect at it.
To celebrate Mother's Day I'd like to share some of my confessions with you:
I'm not a morning person. Kids have not made me a morning person, despite what everyone always said to me. My kids make their own breakfast and sometimes my coffee.
I'm not afraid of a little dirt. A little dirt makes for healthy kids. Yes, I was that mom that picked the pacifier up from the floor, wiped it on my shirt, and popped it back in the kid's mouth.
My house will never be spotless. I may be a stay at home mom at the moment but that doesn't mean I'm a housekeeper. To be honest, I'm more likely to judge you if yours looks like a museum than as if a bomb went off. Messy proves that kid live there.
The tooth fairy sucks. The tooth fairy has been known to miss a night. Or two. Or maybe even three in a row. There have been many tears caused by the tooth fairy in this house. I can't wait until all their teeth fall out and we can say goodbye to our winged visitor.
I hate play dates. While I think friends are important and I want my kids to have time with their friends, it is not a priority in my life.
I have little patience for other people's kids. One thing I've learned while at this parenting gig is my kids are pretty good and I don't give them enough credit. It never ceases to amaze me the lack of respect and the behavior I witness from other kids.
Bedtime is at 8pm. And at 8:01 I turn into something resembling a scene from the Exorcist. Get your butts in bed.
I say no to my kids. Mostly it is because I believe in setting boundaries and not spoiling my kids but sometimes it is because I'm feeling lazy.
I can be overprotective. I always thought I'd be a layed back mother however I've learned that it is harder to do than to say. I find myself hovering and interfering a little too much at times. I'm trying to work on that a little bit.
I yell. Yes, this one is a little hard to admit. I'd love to be that mother that can speak to her kids in a lovely sing song voice all the time. But lets face it...that isn't me and I want to puke when I hear other moms doing it. Sometimes yelling is the only way my kids hear me.
I'm not supermom. For as much as I do for my kids I always feel there is more that I could do. I feel guilty when I can't make something happen, I feel crushed when they are disappointed, I hurt when they hurt, I feel sick when they are sick. I feel frustrated when they think I should be able to make the earth move and I can't.
I don't play with my kids enough. I play with them. Just not enough. I don't get down on the floor to build Lego towers or play barbies or cars or whatever nearly enough.
I don't want my kids to grow up. While I dream of them growing into successful, independent adults, I really don't want to lose my babies. My youngest is 7. It is already starting to happen.
I wouldn't change my life for the world. Sure, it would be great to have a bigger house, less stress, more money, hired help. However, the things that really matter are all right here. My house may be a little untidy but it is brimming with love and usually happiness. That is something that you can't buy or trade.
Now it is your turn. What are some of your mom confessions?