I often picture other mothers whipping up three-course meals, all compliant with the food pyramid, for their kids at every meal. Meanwhile, I’m over here microwaving scrambled eggs—yep, three times a day.
I imagine other mothers taking their time to gently chat their little ones through a calm diaper change. On the flip side, I’m desperately pleading with my squirming toddler not to turn our impromptu diaper change into a messy art project—right before we dash out the door to a Mommy and Me class we’re already late for.
I envision other moms joyfully removing the TV from their homes the moment they find out they’re pregnant. While I’m scrambling to figure out how to access the Netflix Kids app, just so I can steal two precious minutes to clean up the scrambled eggs I somehow managed to get on the carpet—and in my hair.
I think about how other mothers seem to stretch time itself, managing to complete the laundry, give baths, feed everyone, clean their homes, and still find time to laugh (which we all know is essential)—all in a single day. I, on the other hand, spread those basic tasks across a week, except for the laughter; we do a lot of that.
I envision other moms crafting thoughtful art projects for their kiddos daily, while I consider turning our spaghetti (accompanied by more microwave eggs) into abstract art during dinner a sufficient creative endeavor.
I can picture other mothers efficiently responding to 55 emails in an hour, shutting down their laptops for the day. I, however, find myself pulling out my phone, laptop, or tablet 367 times daily, just to respond to the 16 emails piled up in my inbox.
Other mothers seem to leave helpful, funny, and heartfelt messages in their online mom groups, while I’m just grateful if I can manage a quick “Me too!” or “That Sucks!” comment.
I imagine other moms snapping adorable holiday card photos in June, pre-ordering them by September, and sending them out with a charming “Our Year in Review” letter by November 29th. Meanwhile, I’m posting a “Happy Holidays” photo of my child on Facebook on January 3rd, hoping the relatives will notice.
I think of other mothers writing the next great American novel or blog during their kids’ three-hour naps. I, on the other hand, struggle to type even one sentence while my little one simultaneously kicks my hand and bites my boob (I started this piece two weeks ago).
I envision other mothers being incredibly understanding and forgiving of the many “lazy mom” moments I have. Yet, I find joy in the laughter I share with my child and remind myself that, hey mama, it’s all okay.
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In summary, while I may not be the perfect mom, I embrace the chaos, the laughter, and the unique journey of motherhood.
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