As a mum, I’m not perfect.
I’m pretty cool with that fact, imperfect is the new black and all that shiz. My kids are pretty cool with that fact too, especially since they’re loved and fed and clothed and taught how to do the Macarena.
Sometimes though, I really stuff up this motherhood gig. All I can do is cuddle the small fry as I tuck them up in bed at night, tell them I love them and add another $5 to the “For future therapy sessions” jar. Top notch parenting plan right there!
On the other hand, sometimes I get it just right.
And it’s not the extravagant, OTT kinda right either. If you’re like me, cruising Pinterest can make you feel like a shitty mum because you don’t fashion toys out of empty nutella jars (after using nutella in a recipe from Pinterest, of course) or because your babe’s room hasn’t been pimped out.
No, the kind of right I’m talking about comes from the simple stuff.
“Oh Mum, this is the best thing that anyone has ever made for me!”
- Amelia, commenting on the birthday cake that I bung together for her fifth birthday party over the weekend.
The gratitude from a simple birthday cake. Lordy, the girl damn near melted my stone cold heart!
We often forget that kids are pretty easily pleased little beings. Things, simple things like going to the park, watching a movie or a bedtime story have my bigger two gushing and thanking me with this heartwarming gratitude in their eyes.
Yep, sometimes I get this mothering gig just right …