It can be exhausting to try and be the perfect mom and feel like it’s not ever really good enough. Feeling like your child deserves more of you. ❤️
Author: Adria Giordano
Before I had kids I used to dream of being the perfect mom. You know. The mom who patiently tucks her kids into bed with prayers and songs. The mom who never yells. The kind of mom who makes healthy lunches the night before, whose kids are in bed before 10pm on a school night
Do you ever have one of those days? You know the kind which starts out sorta crappy, then just ends up beautiful? Well, I had one yesterday… As I left the house in a rush to drive my youngest to school for an early morning choir rehearsal and myself to work for an early meeting, I
Last Thanksgiving I had a “ah ah moment.” Well I like to call it a “mom moment”…. I was running the house like CRAZY lady doing every single thing I could think of to make this holiday PERFECT for my entire family who were on their way and I sat for a moment to catch
After all, at 46, I am much more aware of who I am. Yes, I am still finding and learning more about myself each day, but I have finally learned to like myself. My whole self. And not to care so much about what others think of me. And at 46, I can even laugh at myself!
If you happen to catch me driving to work on a typical Monday morning, chances are you saw the real me. The one who drives her kids to school in hot rollers. Yes I am THAT mom. I do take them out before walking into work. I’m not that crazy. But it seems no matter HOW
As I sit here sipping coffee and watch the morning arrive, I feel the breeze. The weather is slightly cooler and while it feels nice given the hot and humid week we’ve had, it also comes with a little sadness. A sure sign that summer is leaving and in exactly two weeks school will begin.
I realized as I repeated the question again to 12, she was still not paying attention. Or she was on some level, but I could tell her full attention lay elsewhere. My first thought was she had a headache as she is prone to those. But as I looked towards the direction of her distraction,
As I drop 10 off on her second to last day of school, I turn to the back seat. She is smiling and ready. The last day is almost here and this almost-done-with-fourth grade girl is ready for lazy days of summer, for sleeping in, for swimming, for playing with friends and her cousins. I