Being a mom lately kinda feels like the football field. You think all is going your way and bam 💥 you get knocked back. Having three boys in very different stages of life can be difficult to navigate.
Sometimes I make the right calls. On those days I feel like I’m finally doing this parenting thing right. I have been a mom for 21 years, more than half my life. Those good moments, the supper mom moments, the I’ve got this moments come and go as my boys go from one stage to another.
Other days it’s nothing but penalty flags. Those are the moments when I wonder what I keep doing wrong that everything, EVERYTHING, is an argument. From bedtimes to curfews, to unsolicited advice it all wrong, according to my kids.
Here’s the thing, I usually good with all aspects of the mom scope. I’m not here to tell them what they want to hear. I’m not a chaperone and their mom and it’s my job to teach them, and guide them, and maybe just maybe keep them from falling into some of life’s pitfalls. I feel if my kids like everything, absolutely everything I said to them, or did for them I wouldn’t be doing my job. They have lots of friends that’s not what they need from me. I’m the only mom they’ve got and right calls or penalty flags I’m going to be the best mom I know how to be, even when it breaks my heart a little.
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