Life Lesson #3

I am a good mom.

But, but, but....
I don't play with them every waking second.
I don't cut their fingernails after every bath.
As a matter of fact, I don't even GIVE them a bath every night.
I never make their beds.
I just let them eat cheetos.
I get annoyed with them.
I don't always want to listen to their stories.
I would rather be by myself most of the time.
I don't enjoy carting them with me to the store.
I am too tired at the end of the day to actually read every word of a book.
We don't do arts and crafts.
We don't bake cookies together for every single occasion.

I analyzed every negative, tiring thought I had over it. I went to mom groups, Bible studies, talked to many, many friends and learned that I'm not alone. We all feel this way sometimes.

I lived in constant fear that I wasn't a normal mom since I don't make caterpillar cupcakes with them when we see a butterfly, or buy them a monogrammed smocked dress for Easter, or have professional pictures taken at every milestone, or give manicures to them, or read and reenact Cinderella, the original version, or send them off to school with perfectly sculptured and perfectly matching hair bowed hair-dos.

I'm not going to list all the things I do that are great and loving. Just be proud that I have a list:)

 God didn't make a mistake when He let me borrow them for a little while. He doesn't make mistakes.

My kids are ok. They didn't get the short end of the stick when God chose me as their mom.  I'm ok. I'm blessed. And, maybe, JUST MAYBE, so are they.

 see? We go to 3d movies with matching stuffed characters. Well, we did that one time:)

 We even had vest day. Once.

But we ALWAYS get to be silly with the world's most super cool dad! That counts. Right???