I’m not the kind of mom who can sit on the floor for hours, immersed in the world of My Little Pony, or the one who constructs entire virtual cities on Minecraft. Pokémon? That’s a language I’ve never bothered to learn and probably never will. I fully acknowledge this shortcoming in my parenting skills.
I’m grateful for my partner, who shines in the realm of cartoons and video games. Watching him toss a football around with our kids in the yard brings a smile to my face. (In the yard, of course—no sports indoors, please!) I chuckle at their playful wrestling matches, filled with laughter and joy, while I just observe from the sidelines.
I was once the eager, soon-to-be mom, filled with trepidation yet determined to welcome you into this world with all my love. I was a single mother of two, juggling long work hours while hosting dance parties in our living room, singing our hearts out to the music. Even before you arrived, I indulged in cherry cheesecake just to see you move—because, let’s be honest, cheesecake is irresistible.
From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you would forever hold a piece of my heart. As I welcomed two more beautiful souls into my life, my heart expanded to encompass all of you. During your baby days, I was the mom who couldn’t sleep for staring at your tiny face, still recalling that feeling of you snuggled against my chest. Now, as I see you peacefully asleep, I picture you in footie pajamas, with wispy hair and delicate lashes framing your perfect skin.
I was the mom who rocked you through sleepless nights, soothing you with gentle pats and soft shushes. I panicked over every little bump and bruise, kissed away the tears, and spent countless hours at the doctor’s office, whether waiting for a cast or tending to a scraped knee. I was the mom who was right there, holding your hand on the day we explored preschools together. I even took online classes to ensure I could be home with you.
I’m the mom who signs permission slips, checks homework, and packs lunches. I make the necessary doctor and dentist appointments, as well as attend parent-teacher conferences. I might have worn thrift store clothes for years, but it’s all been to ensure you have trendy outfits for school that look like they’re designed by the latest sports icons.
I’m the mom who tells corny jokes, sings off-key, and acts a bit ridiculous just to see your smiles. I wouldn’t trade those moments for anything in the world. I love you more than words can express, and I strive to show you that every day.
But, if I’m honest, there are times when I feel like I’m falling short. I deal with chronic depression, anxiety, PTSD, migraines, and persistent pain. I see more doctors than I do hair stylists (I can’t even recall the last time I visited one—I think you have an appointment tomorrow though!). Each day is a challenge to keep up with the basics so you can enjoy a “normal” life. I’m the mom who tackles laundry even when it means taking a break to catch my breath. I ensure the bills are paid so you have water to shower, clip your nails, buy toothpaste, and remind you to wear deodorant.
I’m also the mom who occasionally forgets little things—not the big events like birthdays or holidays, although I’ve been known to leave a note from the Tooth Fairy instead of cash. But I might forget the details of your epic video game achievements, like scoring touchdowns or maybe spawning a chicken? I can’t quite keep up with all that.
Yet, I’m the mom who can instantly sense when you’re feeling down. I’m the one who listens to your feelings—whether you’re sad, angry, excited, or happy—even if I sometimes forget the names of your ponies or the stats of your favorite players.
I want to be the shield that protects you from any hurt. I yearn to fight off all your dragons and be your safe haven. However, there are days when cooking dinner feels impossible due to my pain. I’m the mom who allows you to have too much macaroni and pizza rolls because sometimes I just can’t muster the energy. Laundry piles up on the couch because I struggle to fold it, and I often feel overwhelmed by everything going on. I’m the mom who might need to sneak away for a moment when it all becomes too much. I’ve shed tears in the bathroom when I feel like I haven’t met your needs.
I’m the mom who lies awake at night, worrying about you. I cherish every hug and “I love you,” wishing I could save them up for the days when you’re distant and we’re just slamming doors. You are the children who brighten my life every single day. I am the mom who is continuously striving to be the parent you deserve, even if I don’t always fit the image of the mom you might want.
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In summary, parenting is a journey filled with challenges and joys. I may not be the mom who plays all the games or knows every detail about your interests, but my love for you is unwavering. I strive every day to be the best version of myself for you, even when it feels like I’m not quite hitting the mark.