One exhausting morning, I set my four-year-old, at the computer with a couple of CD-Roms, and I dozed on the couch next to him. Three hours later, I woke up and saw Ethan happily twisting in the “spinny chair,” his eyes just glued to the screen.
Posts in the "Being Your Own Kind of Perfect" category:
Sometimes the example of my personal character is a little closer to Darth Vader that I’d like to admit. I am learning that progress is not perfection. There is no completely “perfect mom” or wholly bad “Darth Mom.” There is just me–the woman, the mom.
In our family, we do kind. We do hugs. We do trust. We do second chances. We do loud (really well)! We do love. We also do mental illness. Here are some of my favorite strategies and resources for understanding and managing mental illness.
When I was pregnant with my first child I went twelve days past my due date. Twelve days. I remember feeling like I had prepared for a big vacation, packed my bags, taken time off work, then shown up at the airport to find the flight had been canceled.
My college self would be disappointed with my life today. Back then, I had it all mapped out. Turns out my 18 year-old self couldn’t see the whole picture.
You may have heard that Thomas Edison said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” As a mom, whatever the “fail,” I can always find something that I learned. Whenever I see the hashtag #momfail, my heart hurts. Can we change it, please?
We only have so much time. How we use that time can help us or increase our chaos. Three mothers share how being very deliberate with their time has helped them and their families.
I am my own harshest critic. There is a voice in my head that is always ready and willing to critique how I am doing as a mom. It is often heard saying things such as: Are you really putting that in your son’s lunch? Hello? You haven’t spent any quality time with your kids […]
Upon seeing my girls, many people have the same reaction. “What pretty little girls!” or “I love your fancy dress!” There is nothing innately wrong with these expressions. But what is the long-term consequence on little girls when the first thing anyone says to them is about how they look.
I finally admitted that I had an eating disorder when I was an overwhelmed new mom. As part of my counseling, I participated in “narrative therapy” and was asked to embody my eating disorder as a character in a story. The result was eye-opening and powerful.
Hidden inside the simple lines of her son’s stick figure portrait were valuable lessons for one mom on what it means to be perfect.
I’ve pretty much been all the moms: the teenage mom, the mid-20’s mom, the “mature” mom, the single mom, the married mom, the stay-at-home mom, the working mom, etc. And I have learned many valuable lessons through all of these experiences. Here are some of the best.