Sometimes, I whip up delightful organic smoothies for my little one, blending fruits with care; other times, he munches on Honey Nut Cheerios scattered across my unvacuumed floor.
Sometimes, I rise early, shower, and dress in something other than sweatpants, making sure I look presentable in case I venture outside; other times, I choose comfy elastic-waist pants, skip the shower in favor of deodorant, and cancel plans that require me to walk past the front door.
Sometimes I find joy in playing on the floor, building block towers and reading stories aloud; other times, I struggle to muster the enthusiasm to entertain a baby for hours on end.
Sometimes, as soon as I hear my son stir from his nap, I rush upstairs to scoop him up; other times, I crave just a few more minutes of quiet, so I let him wait while I sit at the kitchen table, lost in thought.
Sometimes, when my partner comes home, the kitchen is spotless, the vacuum has run its course, and dinner is being prepared; other times, the sink is overflowing, the floor is littered with crushed snacks, and I plead with him to order takeout, even if it means stretching our budget, just to avoid cooking another meal this week.
Sometimes, I set my phone aside and devote my attention entirely to my son; other times, I get sidetracked reading articles about effective parenting while my child plays alone.
Sometimes, I put him down for a nap and become remarkably productive—blog posts written, dishes washed, laundry folded; other times, I pull him into bed with me for a blissful two-hour nap, waking to a mountain of unfinished chores.
Sometimes, I feel entirely confident in my unique approach to motherhood, unaffected by the comparisons around me; other times, I can’t help but feel inadequate, measuring my body against the skinnier mom in line at the grocery store or feeling envious of another family’s vacation to the Caribbean that is out of reach for us.
Sometimes, I feel incredibly fortunate to spend each day with my son; other times, I wish for responsibilities that extend beyond cutting food into tiny pieces or retrieving a toy wedged under the couch.
I am a mother of contradictions; at any moment, I embody a different version of myself than I did mere moments ago. I am flawed yet capable, inconsistent yet trying, a canvas painted with a multitude of colors.
But even in those moments of chaos, laziness, or uncertainty, I am always a good mother. And so are you. Even if your child enjoys snacks with red dye #40, you get distracted by social media discussions about Ryan Gosling, or you lose your cool after someone barges in on you for the umpteenth time in a day. Even then, you’re a good mom; just not a perfect one.
After all, everyone gets it right sometimes.
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Summary:
This piece reflects the everyday contradictions of motherhood, highlighting the ups and downs of parenting experiences. It emphasizes that while mothers may sometimes feel inadequate or overwhelmed, they are always doing their best for their children.