It occurred to me recently that I am not a perfect mom.
Ellen S.: I am far from a perfect mom. I just might be the opposite of a perfect mom. But given that my kids have not sued me -- and that they seem to be turning out alright -- I am guessing that being an imperfect mom is perfectly OK.
A glimpse at some of my more imperfect moments:
* When the kids aren't in the mood for a bath (or I'm not in the mood to give them one), I have been known to resort to a diaper-wipe shower: You grab some wipes, you wipe them down.
* I have let my 7-year-old, Max, have a dish of ice cream for dinner ... and an ice-cream sandwich for dessert.
* The kids' baby scrapbooks? I never made it past "mother's name, father's name, baby's height, baby's weight."
* Come to think of it, I'm not even sure where their baby scrapbooks are.
* I have put Max's shoes on the wrong feet while he was wearing his foot braces (which are supposed to help you walk better, which is kinda hard to do when your mother has put your shoes on the wrong feet).
* I have let Sabrina, my 5-year-old, pluck a shirt/pants/dress from the dirty laundry and wear it again. Thankfully, she has not yet begged to re-wear underwear.
* I have refused to read certain books to the kids because I am bored by them (the books, not the kids).
* As a serial evening snacker, I have eaten the last of the kids' cheese crackers. I have also polished off their Cheerios, their cookies, their chocolate pudding and once, in a tragic turn of events, the macaroni and cheese we brought home from the diner that Sabrina was going to finish up the next day.
* When the kids' pants are too long, I just roll them up. Presto: hemmed!
* When Sabrina has gotten a knot in her hair, I've been known to cut it out rather than try to patiently comb through it.
* I have thrown out pictures the kids have made.
* The last time I organized the kids' playroom was in September. Or was it July? I can't be sure.
* I once accidentally sent Max to school on class picture day in ratty sweatpants and a stained shirt.
* I have let Sabrina watch three Hannah Montana shows in a row. I hope she doesn't someday require therapy for that.
* When the kids have celebrated their birthdays at school, I've bought cupcakes from the store and put them in my own box.
Sooooo, are you one of "those" moms -- or do you fall into my camp? Share!
|Ellen S. is a mother of two, an editor, a writer and a professional snacker. She blogs daily at To The Max, a blog about raising a child with special needs.|