This is a message mothers everywhere need to hear.
I was going to be the Dr. Oz of parenting. I was going to be a guru, and then I realized I would probably have to teach my kids to stop acting like wild raccoons at the grocery store. I don’t want to be negative, but my kids are 10, 8, 6, and 3. This is never going to happen for me.
You are not going to get advice from me on teaching toddlers to read, or getting your kids to stop gagging on their vegetables. I could, however, offer a step-by-step guide to watching them chew on the same vegetable for two hours, until you eventually give up and let them spit it out.
I am not very perfect at parenting, but I do love my kids enough to cuddle with them while they smell like pee, and I feel like that’s kind of a lot.
I’m not perfect, but I am enough... and so are you.
I enjoy them enough.
Sometimes I smell their hair and I kiss their cheeks. I laugh at their jokes and I marvel that I am so blessed. Time stops in moments like that and everything is perfect and worth it.
Other times I am unsure if I will survive the hours of 4:00-8:30 p.m. and if one can die of overexposure to bickering.
One can. I’m sure of it.
I enjoy them enough.
I am good enough at bedtime.
Sometimes we read together. We snuggle on the couch and I read them Hardy Boys orAnne of Green Gables.
Other times I race through a bedtime song like I’m Alvin the Chipmunk. I punctuate it with a kiss and I run outa there like it is a hostage situation. (Because it is.)