Hey there, mama!
I see you. Yes, you—the one who’s spraying that toddler outfit with Febreze for the third time this week and sweeping the crumbs off the kitchen table onto the floor, hoping the dog will help out before anyone notices the dust bunnies. You can’t hide from me; I’m right there with you. And you know what? Who cares?
You don’t have to be a superstar at everything to be a fantastic mom. Anyone who insists you need to channel June Cleaver to get it right can just take a hike. That’s why I’m sending a shoutout to all my fellow World’s Okayest Moms out there. So what if…
…your kids haven’t touched a vegetable in days?
Big whoop. Everyone’s busy—especially if you’re juggling a full-time job, evening classes, and sports events. Takeout is a lifesaver. Plus, we both know that no kid is going to devour a gluten-free, vegan kale frittata, anyway. They’ll thrive, and that’s what Flintstones vitamins and Sunday family dinners are for.
…your kids’ lunches resemble a Spam can more than a Disney DVD cover?
It’s still food! Who decided sandwiches had to resemble Toy Story characters or vegetables be arranged to look like Olaf? Nobody, that’s who. That PB&J with the crusts still on is just as nourishing as the one that came out of some Pinterest dream.
…you brought store-bought brownies to the holiday party instead of crafting elaborate peanut butter cup turkeys?
Seriously, who has time for that? You showed up, and that’s what matters.
…you threw your kid a birthday bash with store-bought goodies?
Sure, that classmate’s mom might have made invitations from unicorn blood and glitter glue, but that’s her play, not yours. Discount invites and grocery store cakes don’t mean you love your kids any less.
…you sometimes let the TV take over babysitting duties?
Sure, steer clear of horror flicks, but an hour of age-appropriate programming while you tackle that grad paper or vacuum the dog’s favorite spot isn’t going to hurt anyone. Until we get those Jetsons-style robots, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
…you skip pages during those long bedtime stories to save time?
Your child won’t catch on until at least second grade, anyway, and you’re still reading to them. That’s what counts.
…your kids are wearing wrinkly underwear?
So what if laundry is a never-ending cycle? Clean is clean, and wrinkles? They build character! What matters is that your kids are clothed and no one has been carted off for public nudity—yet!
So what if you do all these things and more? You’re still rocking this parenting gig! You’re just as much of a boss as those super-organized moms. Your kids love you just as you are, mediocrity and all. So wear that World’s Okayest Mom badge with pride, my fellow average mamas! And why not wash it down with a glass of three-dollar wine while you’re at it? Because you—WE—totally deserve it.
If you want to dive deeper into your parenting journey, check out this blog post for more insights. And for expert advice, this link is a great resource. For those curious about fertility, the CDC offers excellent information.
In summary, being a mom doesn’t mean you have to be perfect. Embrace the chaos, celebrate your mediocrity, and remember that love is the most important ingredient in this beautiful mess called parenting.
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