If I was perfect, I don’t think I would be a great mom. I have 2 daughters and I feel I can pass along a lot of good information by learning from my own mistakes. I did the best I could do given the circumstances I had. And the end result is 2amaysing daughters. Not only do I have 2amaysing daughters, I gained an “amaysing” son-in-law as well.
I didn’t always make them breakfast, I taught them how to make it for themselves. When they didn’t take care of the laundry I did, I taught them how to do it themselves. When they tried to fight, I intervened and let them know that hate is a powerful word and should never be used. When they mouthed off, I introduced them to the taste of soap on their tongue.
As for me, I worked out of necessity and not neccesarily by choice. I worked from home while they were little as I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else raising my kids. When they were in grade school, I worked at the school. I wasn’t always there to give them a ride home when they needed it. They sometimes had to wait, but I hope it showed them my committment to balance both worlds so I could afford sports and activities that would make them grow in different ways.
Getting flowers on Mother’s Day and having them cook a delightful breakfast was perfect. I know they can survive on their own, I know they can get to the next level with work and dedication. I know they know that the world is not perfect; it’s hard and cruel at times, but perseverance and faith can get you through it. I know they realize that they are placed in different situations in life and you have to make the best of it at times to move ahead to the next stage.
I know I did okay. Not just okay, but I did a great job.