There are so many things I’ve done wrong in my life. Bad decisions I’ve made. But being a mom is not one of those things. I’m a good mom. There we were at the bus stop, she lost her gloves, it was freezing cold, but she didn’t want to wear her second layer in her coat, we forgot her snack and she ate bread for breakfast, because we were running late again! She tucked her hands into the pocket of my sweater to keep them warm. As I look down at her and see this adorable smile, it dawned on me… Despite everything “gone wrong”, I am a good mom.
I’m A Good Mom
Being a good mom doesn’t mean I do everything right. It doesn’t mean I am perfect. It doesn’t mean my kids have everything they want. It doesn’t mean I don’t make bad decisions. It doesn’t mean that I don’t make mistakes. It doesn’t mean that they like me all the time. It doesn’t mean I’m their best friend. It doesn’t mean any of that. Being a good mom means I love them so they have what they need and some of the things they want. It means that I won’t always agree with them, their decisions, or their choices. But I’ll be there to support them, pick them up when they fall, and hold them up when you want to give up. It means I’ll encourage them to try, to do better, and to keep going. It means I listen to them when they talk. It means we talk, we converse, it means we spend time together. It means we laugh together, we cry together, it means we try together. It means I’ll tell them when they’re wrong and admit when I am too. It means I love their smile. I enjoy their hugs. I know when they’re hurting and it hurts me. It means we’re in this together no matter what, good, bad, thick, thin, high or low, I’m there. It means I have to make tough decisions and sometimes those decisions mean they won’t like me. That is okay. It means we learn from each other, we grow with each other, and as we grow, we adjust. It doesn’t mean I won’t yell. It doesn’t mean we won’t get angry or upset with one another. It means that even though we’ll do things to disappoint one another, we’ll still love each other anyway. Because I’m a good mom. What makes me a good mom? I’ll tell you what, them. Those 5 beautiful little/not so little souls that make/call/see me as mom. I will never doubt my good mom status ever again.
What makes you a good mom? I’d love to hear about it in the comments below.