There we go. It is literally only 9am and so far I have…
#1 lost my patience
#2 argued with my 4 yr old about which bow to put in her hair
#3 huffed while I loaded the dishwasher from last nights dinner debaucle
#4 walked in the playroom and about lost it due to the amount of Shopkins I nearly lost toes over.
This is just one major instagram hashtag of #momfails. I lose track of how many times I allow the small things to get in the way of the larger then life moments. How many times I beat myself up for becoming so distracted with the world of pinterest that I forget that my kids can learn without an elaborate craft that involves 8 different tools, pieces of paper, and fancy glue. For real. Then I can’t let it go. I pray, I refocus, I sit. Soon after I review it all in my brain and I hold on to it. I need to hand it over. I need to bask in my #momwins, not my self defined #momfails.
My girls are fed, watered, and washed. They enjoy the park, friends, swimming, donuts, adventures, and imaginary play. They have shelter over their heads, and we have dance parties. They eat breakfast for dinner, and spinach in their smoothies. They have beds, and clothes, and toothbrushes. My kids love their grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. They adore Costco, and especially look forward to the free samples. They play games with each other where they pretend one is a baby and the other is a dog. They get on each others nerves. My girls have a mom that tries so hard to learn from every parenting blog and book and post. And a mom that also ignores these blogs and books and posts at the same time. They have a dad that works long, hard days, and wants to come home to them jumping all over him. They enjoy hot, and cold, and take out meals. They don’t always eat green veggies everyday and sometimes have pizza. They know who Jesus is, and they also run away from me in the parking lots. These are my kids. They are the product of my #momwins.
Dear mama, it is the little things. I keep telling myself this, and yet I keep forgetting. We will fail and fail again, but our #momwins will always overcome. Our little people, and our big people, are who they are because of our failures. We are who we are because of our failures. We need to be gentle with ourselves. Give ourselves a break. Love ourselves.
Be proud mamas. Proud of your #momwins, and just keep busting through your #momfails. We’ve got this.
