Why I’m Happy Being An Imperfect Mother

One of my greatest joys is being a mother to my two sons.

I delight in watching them play, learn, and grow. I’m captivated by their uniqueness and celebrate the individual traits that are theirs alone.

My hope at the start of every day is to mother them well. I want to help them establish a strong foundation of values and self-awareness. I want them to develop their imaginations and feel gratitude for their blessings. I want them to know how much they are loved.

The thing is, we’re inundated with overwhelming messages that tell us we need to be perfect mothers to raise well-adjusted, healthy children. Someone who can do it all and do it selflessly. We’re expected to:

Put our children’s needs ahead of our own.

Not ask for help.

Be ever loving and patient.

Have all the answers.

Feel joyful every moment.

I don’t know about you, but that’s not what mothering looks like at my house. By the end of the day, I’ve often yelled when I intended to listen. I’ve been short tempered when I hoped to be patient. I’ve been distracted when I meant to be present. I’ve fed them grilled cheese instead of a balanced supper.

And, I’m okay with that.

That’s because I’m learning that my kids don’t need a perfect mom; they need a real mom. They need a mom who loves them without question and who is there for them when it matters most. A mom who tries hard to do her best and sometimes fails – but gets up to try again.

I believe that’s what mothering-well is all about. When we permit ourselves to be messy and imperfect, we demonstrate to our children that it’s okay for them to be imperfect too.

That sounds like a win-win to me.

Are you okay with being an imperfect mother? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

You’re wonderful.

Mary Lou