Do you have those days where you completely feel like you’re just nailing being a mom? Like when the house looks put together. The kids are eating homemade breakfast… or whatever your version of a good breakfast is. Everyone got up on the right side of the bed. You’ve got dinner {that your children might not complain about} in the crockpot. Somehow the Legos all made it into the correct receptacles at the end of last eve’s play. And your children praise you saying, “You’re the best mom I’ve ever had” {I speak the truth. This is my oldest’s go-to statement of approval. Glad to know I’m the best he’s ever had. I would hate for his other mothers to win that award.}. The days when you are so in the moment and Savoring every minute. Where it just feels so right. And you are certain there’s nothing else you want to do in the world except this.
Ah. Those days. They’re nice.
And then, there’s the times you feel like you’re completely failing it. When child one has shoved the other before the breakfast hits the table. Breakfast consists of Box Item Du Jour but you’ve honestly become okay with that because at least the children will eat it. The thunder of Zeus kept mama awake throughout the night hours. When the Kindergartener’s new sassy alter-ego has you wanting to bang your head against a hard surface. There are toys… everywhere. Another child has meltdown #3 of the morning over the fact that the milk cup has been placed to the left of his plate. When you’re certain that the minutes will not be savored because you are counting them down. No one has clean laundry which means it’s a navy shorts and black shirt day. And you are met with the words, “I don’t have socks because you didn’t do my laundry”. And you are certain that only a mom who is a failure would produce such ungrateful, crabby little gremlins.
I don’t know about you but I prefer the nailing it days. Amiright? Because on the failing it days, well, I feel like a total, well, failure. Because I want being a mom to feel like a life, not like a chore and yet some days, well, it feels like work. And other days, it feels easy. Does that make sense? Am I the only momma who bases my performance on my kiddos behaviors? Am I the only momma who some days, wants to peace out the minute my husby walks through the door? And yet the very next day, I can’t get enough of every little scrumptious detail of it all? I want every day to feel like being their mom is the life I get to do… not have to… but some days, I just don’t know how to get from point A to point B. And some days, I don’t think I really want to. I just wanna accept it’s a day and say, we’ll try again tomorrow. Am I the only momma? If so, just say… yes, you crazy lady.
Today is actually a goodie. But yesterday, well, yesterday we decided we’d try again today. And not even knowing if today would be a nail it or a fail it, today, the sun still rose. It’s amazing how that works. And lovely, too, I think.
What do you do on the days you’re failing it? Do you throw in the towel and try again the next day or do you have methods for hitting to the reset button? Or do you pretty much feel like you’re nailing it every day? And that your approval numbers are outta sight?
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