This amazingly honest blog just made my Monday. I could have written it. Many of us could have written it. In the world of social media it is really easy to get lost in posting the good and not-so-much the bad. Who wants to read the bad?
The truth is, I do. I want to feel normal and like we are sisterhood, a tribe of women just trying to do our damn best. And sometimes our best is popping in a DVD and serving up donuts. It's OK. They will be OK. They don't always need apple orchards, snowmen and frolicking in the sun to make up the perfect happy life. They will be OK.
How do I know? I'm OK. I have the greatest memories of my childhood! Was it perfect? Yep, it was! Would my mom say it was perfect? Likely not (let's ask her to weigh in, in he comments, eh?) I bet she'd remember things like me biting my brother's baby ear while she had me hold him to switch out laundry; or that time I was so naughty the baby sitter quit (for real). Not to mention my mom divorced and dated and married again all before I was 12. I'm guessing that was no picnic for her. How did she juggle all of those balls? How did she manage her own life/wants/desires/dreams/problems with us in tow?
I think she may have focused less on using food coloring to color the snow or focused less on scanning for the latest recipe for snow cream. I'm pretty certain she did two things .... HER BEST and LOVED us fiercely. I'm pretty sure those are the two very best things I can do for my kids too.
As I type this, Luke is sitting next to me playing on the iPad. He is quietly playing and getting ready to go take a nap. As I was typing he is trying hard on his game and I hear "Oh man, OH SHIT!" I look over at him, and he winks. No lie. You can't make this stuff up. Mental note ... do your best WITHOUT cussing. Duh.