I Am A Mom: Grateful, Blessed, and Occasionally “That Mom”

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I’m a mother.

I’m “Mom.”

I’m “Mommy.”

I’m “Ma-Ma.”

I’m “MOOOOOMMMMMMEEEEEE!”

Most days, you’ll find me in yoga pants, but trust me, I’m not doing yoga. I pair them with running shoes even though I haven’t run since… well, let’s not talk about that. My hair? Usually hidden under a baseball cap because, honestly, I either haven’t had time to deal with those gray roots or I just skipped washing it—again.

My nails are chipped, my undergarments don’t match, and I’m probably wearing my daughter’s unicorn socks. That’s just my vibe. Sure, some days I opt for jeans—nothing too “mom-ish,” thank you very much. I do make an effort for date nights with my husband, but let’s be real: I’d rather be in my favorite sweats, snuggled up on our not-so-cozy couch, binging on reruns of Friends or Seinfeld while the kids are sleeping soundly down the hall.

I’m in my mid-30s, living a middle-class life, and you could say I’m somewhere in the middle of everything. My house may not win any awards for cleanliness, but it’s full of love, laughter, and maybe a little chaos. Cooking? Not my strong suit. I have a freezer full of frozen waffles and a cupboard stocked with white bread. Don’t judge!

Right now, there are six loads of laundry waiting to be done, five loads that need folding, and four that should be put away. I’m also the proud driver of our family minivan—affectionately dubbed The Golden Bus—complete with stick figure stickers on the back window (yes, even one for the dog), a “my child plays sports” magnet, Goldfish crumbs, and empty water bottles rolling around. It’s a charming ride, assuming you can handle the odors and the noise from the backseat.

I’m not perfect. I’ve been known to use some colorful language, lose my patience, and occasionally need a time-out myself. I love pinning crafts on Pinterest, but let’s face it: I rarely actually make them. I’ve binge-watched six seasons of Gossip Girl and five seasons of Breaking Bad—all while ignoring my kids. Maybe I owe them each a puppy for that.

My kids are kind, and my husband and I do our best to lead by example, which makes me proud. I often find myself laughing at inappropriate things, and while I don’t keep up with news as much as I should, my kids are my world. Sometimes I feel guilty for not spending enough time with them, yet other times, I’m counting down the minutes until I can have a moment to myself. And you know what? That’s perfectly okay.

Some days, I may not like my kids, but I love them every second. I strive to be their best friend, and I hope they’ll always feel the same way about me. I don’t pressure them for perfect grades, but I do expect their best efforts. If they try hard and stumble, they don’t get punished; instead, they receive the support they need to improve.

I believe that consequences should fit the situation. No tears over spilled milk, but if you hurt someone’s feelings on purpose, be prepared for a more serious talk—and yeah, you’ll need to clean up that milk yourself; I’m your mom, not your maid.

I mediate sibling squabbles daily and, I’ll admit, sometimes I find myself rooting for one child over the other. Respect is key in our family; I respect my kids, and they respect me. It’s a non-negotiable rule in our household.

At one point, I had dreams of becoming a nurse, but life had different plans for me. Nevertheless, my “magic kisses” and character Band-Aids are pretty effective for little boo-boos. I could never be a teacher, but I deeply admire those who do. I don’t have time to coach my kids’ sports teams, but you can bet I’ll be their loudest cheerleader, and I’ll cheer just as hard for your kid too.

I sometimes wish I could be a stay-at-home mom, but heading to the office keeps me sane. I’m a storyteller, booger wiper, spider killer, toy finder, party planner, peacemaker, homework helper, and amateur psychologist. I get paid in kisses, and honestly, it’s worth it!

Sure, the kids may spend too much time on their iPads, and I may be glued to my phone, but we all need to work on that balance. Sometimes, I find myself being “that mom.” But you know what? We all have our moments, and that’s perfectly fine.

I’m grateful.

I’m blessed.

I’m a mother.

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In summary, being a mother is a beautiful mix of joy, chaos, and occasional imperfection. Embracing all of it makes for a fulfilling journey filled with love and laughter.