My husband just took my two kids to look for deer. Since there are potatoes on the stove, I couldn’t go with them. And I like staying home for a minute in quiet.
It’s sort of funny that so many people complain about being busy and I sometimes have the exact opposite complaint: I don’t know what to do with myself and these two small children. On bad days, we end up watching too much television and we feel sort of bored. On good days, we sing songs and take pictures and play outside and make up games and laugh a lot.
I have a suggestion for anyone who wants it: try not to make value judgments on yourself (and others). Don’t worry if you are a good or bad mom, wife, blogger, or any of those roles you have. It doesn’t really matter, and more importantly, it doesn’t really mean anything. If dinner doesn’t taste good one night, that doesn’t make you a bad cook. If you yell at your kids one time, it doesn’t make you a bad mom. If you hug your kids and tell them you love them, it doesn’t necessarily make you a good mom either. Because we are a combination of good and bad moments and we are complex enough that we just can’t summarize who we are into a single word. I don’t really care if I’m a good mom or not, because no mom is good 100% of the time. There are just moms who try, and who keep trying over and over again. Trying is what matters. End sermon.