I am a mother.
I am “Mom.”
I am “Mama.”
I am “MOMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!!”
I live in yoga pants, yet I rarely practice yoga. My sneakers are always on, but running isn’t my forte. My hair? Often hidden under a baseball cap—mostly because I haven’t had the time to deal with my gray roots or wash it in days. My nails? Chipped. My underwear? Mismatched. And yes, I’m currently rocking my daughter’s unicorn socks. That’s just my style.
Some days, I opt for jeans—definitely not the dreaded “mom jeans,” because I know better. I clean up nicely for the occasional date night with my husband, but honestly, give me my favorite sweats, a not-so-comfy couch, and some reruns of Friends or Seinfeld any day. As long as my kids are tucked in just down the hall, I’m content.
I’m in my mid-life, navigating the middle-class lifestyle, and like many, I’m far from perfect. My housekeeping skills? Let’s just say they’re a work in progress, yet my home is filled with love and laughter. Cooking isn’t my passion, nor am I particularly skilled at it. My freezer is stocked with frozen waffles, and my cupboard has white bread—so judge away, if you must.
Laundry? Six loads waiting to be washed, five awaiting folding, and four needing to be put away. I’m the designated driver of our family minivan—affectionately dubbed The Golden Bus. It’s adorned with stick figure family stickers (plus one for our dog), has a “my kid plays sports” magnet, and is filled with Goldfish crumbs and empty water bottles. It’s a sweet ride if you can overlook the smell and the constant chaos from the backseat.
I embrace my imperfections. I sometimes lose my cool and occasionally let a few not-so-nice words slip out. Yes, I need my own time-outs. I love to pin DIY projects on Pinterest, but let’s be honest, the bar is set way too high for me to actually follow through.
I’ve “binge-watched” countless hours of Netflix series—think six seasons of Gossip Girl, five of Breaking Bad, and six of Sons of Anarchy. While I might have ignored my kids during those marathons, I figure I owe them a puppy each for my neglect.
My kids are kind-hearted, and my husband and I strive to lead by example, which fills me with pride. I admit, I can be a bit inappropriate at times and laugh when I probably shouldn’t. While I don’t keep up with current events, my children’s lives are my world.
I often grapple with guilt for not spending enough time with my kids, yet there are moments when I crave a break from them—and that’s perfectly normal. Some days, my patience wears thin, but my love for them remains unwavering.
I cherish my role as their best friend, and I hope it stays that way forever. I don’t demand perfect grades but encourage my kids to give their best effort. If they fall short, instead of punishment, they receive the support they need to improve. Mistakes happen, but if you spill milk, you clean it up! I’m not their maid.
I play referee in sibling squabbles, occasionally rooting for one over the other. Mutual respect is essential in our home, and I ensure it’s a two-way street.
In my mid-30s, I contemplated going back to school to become a nurse, but life had different plans. Still, my “magic kisses” and character Band-Aids work wonders for little boo-boos. While I could never be a teacher, I admire those who shape our children’s futures.
My life doesn’t permit me to coach sports, but you can bet I’m in the stands cheering like a proud parent. I do feel a pang of heartbreak not being a stay-at-home mom, but the daily grind at the office helps keep my sanity intact.
I wear many hats: storyteller, booger wiper, spider eliminator, toy finder, party planner, peacemaker, homework helper, and psychologist. And yes, the payment comes in the form of kisses—which is absolutely priceless!
As a family, we might spend too much time on our devices—my kids on their iPads and me on my phone. We all recognize that’s something we need to improve on.
Sometimes, I am that mom. And you know what? That’s perfectly fine because we all have our moments—even if we don’t always realize it.
I am grateful.
I am blessed.
I am a mother.
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Summary
This blog post reflects the relatable chaos and joys of motherhood, from imperfect parenting moments to the deep love for our children. It highlights the balance between aspirations, daily challenges, and the unique experiences of being a mom.
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