When I reflect on my role as a mother, I believe I’m doing a decent job. I shy away from calling myself “great” because, like anyone, I have my off days and can’t always be the attentive, cheerful parent I’d like to be. However, the reality is, while I consider myself a good mom, my partner is undoubtedly the superior parent.
My partner never resorts to screen time as a distraction; he actively engages our child with toys and books instead. He consistently prepares her nutritious meals rather than letting her munch on quick snacks. He never rushes through her bedtime routine, always making time for story time and her favorite games until she’s ready to settle down.
He gives her his undivided attention, never getting lost in his phone while spending time together. He never complains about walking to the park and is always willing to push her on the swing for as long as she wants. He doesn’t opt for fast food for convenience; he ensures she eats wholesome meals that are far better for her than a quick burger I might have chosen in a moment of weakness.
When our little one wants to walk by herself during our outings, he patiently accompanies her, even if it means the journey takes longer than expected. He embodies the kind of parent I aspire to be, the kind I envisioned myself being when I first found out I was pregnant.
But the truth is, I’m not that parent. I’m the primary caregiver, spending more hours with our child than he does. He gets the enjoyable moments—the evenings and weekends—while I handle the daily grind of getting dressed, managing nap times, and preparing meals. I’m there for the tantrums and the chaotic playdates full of noise and chaos.
This isn’t to diminish my partner’s contributions to our child’s life. She is incredibly fortunate to have such a loving, patient, and kind father. He is everything I hoped for and more.
This reflection serves as a reminder for me not to set unattainable standards for myself or to compare my journey with his. We have different energy levels, motivations, and strengths. I often feel fatigued and overwhelmed while he radiates enthusiasm and vigor.
I recognize that I’m a good mom, and he’s a good dad. Together, we provide our child with everything she needs. I contribute consistency, affection, and meaningful conversations about emotions, while he brings adventure, laughter, and valuable life lessons.
Our parenting styles don’t have to mirror each other. What works for me doesn’t have to work for him. So instead of envying his patience and dedication, I choose to appreciate the incredible partnership we have in raising our child. I’m grateful for the special moments she shares with him and will strive to find a bit more patience each day.
And I won’t feel guilty when we snuggle up for another episode of her favorite show. No one is perfect, and sometimes, we all need a little break—including her.
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Summary
In this reflection, the author acknowledges her strengths and shortcomings as a parent while recognizing the exceptional qualities of her partner. She understands that they each bring unique strengths to their parenting journey, emphasizing the importance of appreciating their different styles rather than comparing them.