So recently some girl friends and I had a moms night out. What a much needed fun night. We had dinner and talked and saw a movie… Bad Moms.
Now before you start to write me off because I watched this movie, yes I know it was raunchy and inappropriate. It was also funny.. judge me. I will not be adding it to my video collection, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t laugh. The point of this blog is not to debate the holiness, or lack thereof when it comes to this movie.
Basically in the movie, there are moms we are made to feel as if they are bad moms because they don’t quite live up to societies ideas for what good moms should do. And mom guilt is such a real thing.
But honestly, 99% of the time, I don’t feel like a bad mom. Maybe that’s narcissistic of me. But hear me out.
I mess up as a mom plenty. I don’t think that 99% of the time I do a perfect job. I am saying, that I have learned to stop trying to live up to some impossible standard of motherhood.
Some days our houses are messy and we are running late so dinner comes from McDonald’s.
That doesn’t make you or I a bad mom. That makes us human.
If you are doing the best you can with you have, then I think you are a great mom.
Maybe you have had to restart the washing machine 3 times, because you kept forgetting to put it in the dryer.
Maybe you let your kids have ice cream for dinner.
Maybe some other mom gets up and makes a hot, homemade breakfast for her kids every morning, and you kids are eating a pop tart in the car on the way to school.
This is that mantra I want you start saying when you feel as if you aren’t doing motherhood as well as some others:
Wanna know why I think I’m doing pretty well at being a mom? Because I stopped trying to be perfect. I stopped comparing myself to mothers who seem like they have it all together, because I guarantee they struggle with some of the same mom doubt you do.
God has given you the tools that you need to be a fantastic mom.
Love you kids and love yourself and do you best.
Maybe in the eyes of some, I’m not a great mom, and that is OK. I can tell you this: My kid will never have to question if she is loved, because I probably tell her about 100 times a day. I tell her she is smart and kind and beautiful, because she is, and because that is the kind of woman I want her to become. I want her to be confident in herself, and I think that confidence begins with moms who can instill that into their children.
And on the 1% of the days when I am certain I am screwing it up, I have to say to myself: I will hold myself to a standard of grace not perfection.
Ephesians 4:7 But grace was given to each one of us according to the measure of Christ’s gift.
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