World’s Best Mom? Not Exactly

World’s Best Mom? Not Exactly

So you’re not feeling like a Pinterest-perfect mom today? Join the club!

By: Wendy Robinson

Yesterday I woke up early and went for a long run. Then I came home and made pancakes in Lego block shapes. In my spotless kitchen, I drew a smiley face on the DIY chalkboard inspired by a Pinterest pin, one of the many fun crafts I did last week with my kids. As I was squeezing the orange juice, my son came downstairs in his organic cotton pajamas and politely asked, “Mommy, may I have a kale smoothie?”

Okay, no, sorry. That is actually the complete opposite of how my day went. Here is what really happened:

My son woke up at 5:15 a.m. and demanded to watch cartoons. I grumpily sent him back to bed and then fell asleep. I woke up two hours later and realized we were well on our way to being super late to his day camp. I hustled him out of bed, nagged him into his camp outfit (there is at least a 90 percent chance he is wearing the shorts he wore yesterday), and chased him into the car. His teeth? Unbrushed. His breakfast? A cup full of grapes, a granola bar, and a juice box, all consumed in the car. His lunch? Forgotten on the counter.

He was grouchy when I picked him up at the end of the day. I was late and he was the last kid there, which he hates. We went home, and I turned on the TV so I could whip up a dinner of frozen fish sticks and strawberries. My son ate all his strawberries and refused to touch the fish sticks, resulting in tears on his end and frustrated muttering on mine. After dinner, I kept the TV on so I could get the baby through the bedtime and bath routine as my husband was working late. I wrestled the baby to sleep. There was crying (I won’t say if it was hers or mine), and then I mustered enough energy for a chapter in Harry Potter before sending my son to bed.

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There was no crafting, no homemade anything, no quality time spent on the floor engaged in creative play. There was sibling bickering, some trips to time out, and a strong desire on my end to declare 6 p.m. bedtime for everyone.

Mother of the year, right?

But here’s the thing: When they woke up this morning (on time, I might add), my kids still wanted their morning snuggle in the big bed. My son still wanted to talk about Hogwarts and the chapter we read last night. He asked for car grapes for breakfast.

We are all more than our bad parenting days, thankfully. Yesterday wasn’t the Pinterest-perfect version of motherhood, but my kids were loved and safe and mostly clean and fed. I think I’ll keep my World’s Best Mom coffee mug after all.

Wendy Robinson is a writer, working mom, and graduate student. Someday she'd like to sleep in again.

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