im at the point in parenting where you can choose to laugh or cry. I have a 2 and a half year old diva (lil J) and a (almost) one year old son (mr. G) and their daily shenanigans make my one glass of wine a night well deserved.
A lot of days I wonder if I’m doing it right. I go to bed convinced my kids are going to be scarred for life. I’ve kind of left Facebook because so many articles on there made me feel like no matter what I chose I was wrong and i couldn’t deal. This is my confession. I AM NOT A PERFECT MOM. I AM NOT A PERFECT WIFE. In fact I just learned how to cook eight months ago. I raise my voice to my kids probably more often than I should. Some days I countdown until nap time. Bribery is a survival mechanism. After dinner I countdown to bedtime. I’ve swatted my daughter’s hand for doing things she knows better than. I still have a pair of keys I can’t find three months later.
I write in my prayer journal begging God to give me a sign my kids are going to be just fine, and that’s usually about the time my daughter gets her babydoll and is a loving mommy to her.
I get mad at my husband for working too much. I tell myself I’m going to go for a run but that hasn’t happened yet.
But, I love my kids more than anyone could imagine. I find joy in their small gestures. I love my husband more than anything on this earth. I would do anything for them. And maybe, one day I’ll be a perfect housewife. But for now, I’ll stick with average. I hope you stay along for the ride. Talk to you soon.