Last night we watched a movie called "Mom's Night Out" where stressed out moms try for a night out and things don't go as planned. I couldn't help but identity a little with the main character. A mom with three kids, the house is a wreck, she writes a blog but is in a rut of writers block. She feels like a failure although she has the life is has always dreamed of.
Now while I don't quite believe I am living in the life of my dreams and unlike the main character I am not a dirt and germ-a-phob. One of my children no longer lives here, but the two left at home can run through my home like every natural disaster a person can think of, half the time trying to cause as much damage to each other as possible. It seems like lately they can't breathe the same air as each other. I often wonder when and where I went wrong as a mother. Stress from work, home, parenting, sure feels like the smallest problems are bigger then they appear.
Yet, here's what I realized while watching this movie. I'm incredibly lucky. While my kids may not always like each other they spend a lot of time together doing the same things regardless of the three year difference. My failures as a parent are only large to me. Their teachers and friends parents are always quick to let me know what good boys I have and how helpful they are. My house is not always spotless, but my kids are healthy, happy, and loved; and that's the important thing.
We want to be the perfect spouse, parent, housekeeper, and employee; but everyone's idea of perfect is different. While we may fall short in our own eyes, we go above and beyond in someone else's.
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