Can I make a confession?
I yell at my kids sometimes. I've never taken them to Disneyland. Often, my house is a wreck. At one son's last baseball game, he had to play outfield instead of his normal first base, because he missed two practices in a row--because I forgot to take him. My teenage son often doesn't like me. I'm not the "fun" mom, my daughter is often better with her younger brothers than I am, and I could go on and on.
Sometimes it's easy to feel like a complete failure when you are a mom. There is nothing like taking complete responsibility of another human being (or two or three, or...) that makes us see all of our own weaknesses so clearly. We certainly rub the rough edges off of each other.
But lately, I've learned a lesson that has completely changed my paradigm. Our family has been helping with two foster children recently, and it's made me rethink what it is to be a "good mom".
Hi, I'm Jen! I adore chocolate, I'd rather read than clean my house, and I haven't seen my abs in I-don't-know-how-long. But I love my husband and kids to death and try to Raise The Good within myself and my family by making wise and uplifting media choices and having a deliberate family culture. You are probably doing the same thing. Let's share what works with each other!
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