Sometimes I wonder if I’m really doing a good job as a mom. There are some days when I go to sleep at night, running over the day in my head and thinking, “I was really awful today.” or “I hope the kids realize that I really do love them, even when I’m yelling at them.”
It just seems like it never ends. Even though the kids are getting older, it seems like life is even busier. Between work and school, practises, games, playing chauffeur, cooking, cleaning, errands, laundry, homework, music lessons….it goes on and on. And the kids never seem to appreciate any of it. They seem to think that I’m on this great earth to make their lives miserable the moment I say ‘no’ to something. Frankly. It. Is. Exhausting.
Sometimes, secretly, I want to run away. Even if it’s just for 24 hours. I’d settle for a kid-free morning. lunch time and afternoon. Maybe even dinner. By myself. With no one bothering me. For anything.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my kids. More than anything. But does that make me a bad parent?
I was cleaning up the mish mash of paper that I have pinned to my bulletin board. There are notes, numbers, reminders…all kinds of things; including random quotes and things that I’ve read and have resonated with me in some way, at some point.
This is one of them:
Thank you Lynn Johnston for helping to keep it all real.