The Truth About Mommy

I will never be that mom who’s got it all together. I will never be the mom who remembers every little date, the gift for the teacher and the Tiger Scout meeting all on the same day. I just never will be.

I will always be the one whipping out the permission slip at the last possible moment where it is has sat crumpled and washed in the back pocket of my jeans. I am the mom who when asked for a tissue will always have one, it will just take 10 minutes of fishing through my purse to find it.

I can never go grocery shopping without forgetting at least one thing. In fact, I always count on having to go right back out again. Have I ever lied to my child that there were no more cookies, just cause I was saving the last one for myself? Sure, I’ll be honest. We’re all friends here, right?

But my kids are loved, clothed, and fed. It may have been hot dogs and macaroni & cheese, but they’re fed and they think I’m awesome…. Most of the time anyway.

It’s important to be honest about our imperfections when it comes to motherhood. Because we all have imperfections. There is no such thing as the perfect mother. All we can do is the best we can and laugh off the rest.

Any mom who appears to have it all together is just putting on a show. Somewhere beneath that cool mom exterior is a sink full of dirty dishes and a Calgon commercial waiting to happen. Just like the rest of us.

I think that’s why mom blogs and books like See Mom Run (edited by Beth Feldman, appeal to me. I like to see the perfect mom come clean and show that she’s no better or worse than the rest of us.

So next time you’re not having one of you’re best mommy days, remember you’re not alone. And if you need reminding pick up See Mom Run and read Ciaran Blumenfeld’s “bad thai-ming” or “the secret” by Meredith Jacobs. Or any of the other hilarious essays in the book.

Just knowing that I’m not the only mom who actually has made a few mistakes on the way makes me sleep better at night. But just a little better, I mean I do have kids you know. So I don’t sleep that much…

This post was inspired by the svmoms book club book, see mom run, a collection of essays written by the world’s most harried moms and funniest women in the blogosphere.  I did receive a free copy of the book but have in no other way been compensated for this post.  If you want to borrow it you can, but please return it when you’re finished. If you want your own copy to keep join your own damn book club.


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jenni
    Jan 05, 2010 @ 05:14:28

    I’m the mom who over sleeps, forgets meetings, can never find her wallet. 😉 I will always lay on the floor giggling with my son. I will always be the mom who will read Dr. Suess over and over. I will be the mom who spells love for my daughter because she is writing a love note to daddy.

    I don’t think any of us have it together. Especially moms with little ones. I think I have it more together than I did when my kids were toddlers. I can think better do things run smoother.

    We shouldn’t hold ourselves to such high expectations. Our little people don’t care. All they care about is that we are there for them. 🙂


  2. Desiree @ Writing to Sanity
    Jan 05, 2010 @ 07:10:44

    Sometimes, but only sometimes, if I didn’t laugh about my inadequacies as a mom, I’d cry. Oh, screw it, at least we all know we’re in it together. Great post, Meg.


  3. April
    Jan 05, 2010 @ 19:11:20

    I love the voice that blogs have given us moms to finally admit our imperfections, and of course, laugh about them!


  4. MS
    Jan 05, 2010 @ 21:45:32

    Your article made it’s way to my FB page… I just HAD to tell you how much I LOOOOVVVEEEE IT! Thank you!


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