I’m not the mom who spends hours on the floor playing My Little Pony or building intricate worlds in Minecraft. Pokémon? You can count me out. I’ve accepted my shortcomings in this area of parenting, and honestly, I’m okay with it.
Thank goodness for my partner, who thrives on cartoon marathons and epic gaming sessions with the kids. I can’t help but chuckle watching them toss a football in the yard—no balls allowed in the house, please! Their laughter as they wrestle and tickle each other fills my heart with joy.
I remember the days when I was that young, nervous mom, determined to bring you into this world with all the love I could muster. I was a single mom of two, juggling long work hours while hosting dance parties in the living room, belting out tunes alongside my boys. Even before you arrived, I was indulging in cherry cheesecake, all for the chance to witness your first dance moves. (Okay, and because cheesecake is amazing!)
When I first laid eyes on you, I knew my heart would belong to you forever. With each new addition to our family, my love grew to encompass all of you. I was that mom who couldn’t sleep, mesmerized by your tiny self snuggled against my chest. Even now, when I see you asleep, I picture those days of footed pajamas and delicate wisps of hair framing your serene face.
I rocked you through countless sleepless nights, soothing you with gentle pats and shushing sounds. I panicked over every little bump and bruise, kissed away your tears, and spent hours at the hospital for broken bones and scrapes. Remember that day we toured preschools? You clung to my leg like a champ! I even took online classes so I could work from home and be there for you.
I’m the mom who signs school notes, checks homework, and packs lunches. I’m the one scheduling doctor visits, dentist appointments, and parent-teacher conferences. I haven’t worn anything but thrift store finds in ages, so you can sport the latest trends—hand-me-downs from famous athletes, perhaps?
I’m the mom who tells terrible jokes, sings off-key, and acts like a goof just to see you smile. And trust me, those smiles are worth more than anything.
But I often feel like I’m missing the mark. I’m the mom battling chronic depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Migraines and chronic pain have become my uninvited companions. Honestly, I see more doctors than I do hairstylists—though I can’t remember the last time I visited one. Yet, I’m the mom who pushes through every single day to ensure you have a “normal” life. Laundry gets done, even if I have to take breaks to sit down. I make sure the bills get paid so you can enjoy hot showers. I’m the mom who clips your nails, buys toothpaste, and gently nudges you to wear deodorant.
I forget things—not the big, important events like birthdays, but the small details, like the video game you played yesterday where you scored, um, 58 touchdowns and maybe spawned a chicken or something? But don’t worry—I can still tell when you’re upset. I’m here to listen when you’re feeling down or excited, even if I can’t keep track of your favorite video game characters or stats.
I want to vanquish all your troubles and protect you fiercely. Yet, I also struggle to find the energy to make dinner every night. There are times when mac and cheese and pizza rolls become your go-to meals. Laundry piles up because my arms ache too much to fold it. Sometimes, I just need to hide when everything feels overwhelming, and I’ve shed tears in the bathroom out of frustration for not meeting expectations.
At night, I lie awake worrying about you. I wish I could save all the hugs and “I love yous” for those tough days when the doors slam and tensions run high. You are my life’s saving grace, and I’m the mom who strives to be the parent you deserve—even when I might not be the one you want at times.
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In summary, I’m a mom who juggles love and challenges, striving to provide the best for my kids while navigating my own struggles. I may not be the perfect mom, but my heart is fully committed to my family.