Best. Mom. Ever.
I was 11 when my baby brother was born. He was my very own real life baby doll but he taught me so much at such a young age. Growing up he was confused as being my child instead of my brother on multiple occasions and in a lot of ways he was kind of my first child. I always knew that I wanted to be a mom and my boys have gotten me through so much. I am definitely not the Best. Mom. Ever. but I strive to do my best.
It is so easy to lose yourself trying to keep up with the Pinterest crafts and all of the D.I.Y. projects. I LOVE being a mom so much. Too much though that I lost myself. There was soccer practice and games, homework and science projects, and on top of all the housework and laundry, when was I supposed to have time for my own self growth.
I am sure there are a lot of moms that get asked what do you do for fun and the response is directly related to something that involves the kids. This was me to a T. I still can't say that I know exactly what I want to focus my individual time on but I know that in order for me to continue to grow I have to take a break from being a wife and a mom.
Why are we judged so much on our childs achievements? Is it not enough that they are happy, healthy, and fed? Some years I get excited that we actually got the Easter eggs died. The stigma has to stop. We can't be everything to everyone and continue to be ourself. We are all guilty of judging other moms. I know that I am and I wish I wasn't. We all want that mom friend that will show up in workout clothes just to drink wine and talk about how many times we cursed at our kids that day with no judgement, most of all though I want to be that mom that knows what makes her happy.