This week on: The Weekly Brew… I have a confession: sometimes I sorta check out from being a mom.
[su_dropcap style=”simple” size=”5″]S[/su_dropcap]ometimes I let the tv, the ipod, the ipad, and the computer do the work. Other times I let books, neighbor kids, and headphones do it for me. I don’t do it on purpose. Life gets busy and it just happens before I notice. One minute I’m making a To-Do list and the next thing I know a week’s gone by, my list has gotten longer, but I haven’t played a board game with my boys, or watched a movie without a screen in front of me, or taken them to get ice cream.
Sometimes I feel incredible amounts of guilt about this. Sometimes I picture myself standing on the stage of life and giving some long melodramatic speech about motherhood and how you have to “live in every moment cause you only get them each once.” But then I stop. Cause you know what, life is messy. It’s true I am a mom, first and fore-most, but I also have a business to run, blogs to publish (for all of my adoring fans out there, you’re welcome), full-time school to study and do homework for, a full-time job, a house to run, laundry to sort, wash, dry, and put away, groceries to buy, dinners to prepare, and extremely long, run-on sentences to write. I may not be able to spend every waking moment with my boys doing all sorts of fun stuff like I imagine, but those times that I do get to take a breath and we get to do something fun together, those times are quality. We make them count!
I may not get to take them out for ice cream every day, but I do get to tuck them in and kiss them good night, every night. I do get to help Einstein with his homework and talk about his day at school. I do get to watch Mayhem race around the house, sword in hand, fighting off all the zombies that are threatening to take over our home. I may not get to sit for hours and play Monopoly with Einstein every week, but I do get to laugh with him while I drive him 45 minutes to school every morning. Mayhem may not always be doing something educational, but his imagination is incredible and I get to watch it change and grow with him.
So, no, I’m probably not going to be getting the Mother-of-the-Year Award anytime soon, but that’s ok. Yes, every moment counts, but stop counting every moment. Live in the ones you can and just be grateful for all the other ones you get. Life isn’t a fairytale and I’ll be damned if I’m going to feel guilty about that any longer.