Hi, my name is Jessica, and I am not a perfect mom. October 2012
Hi, my name is Jessica, and I am not a perfect mom. Whew. Well now, that feels much better.
Sometimes in our household we have chocolate chips in our pancakes. For breakfast. With syrup on the side.
I've been known to buy diapers and other baby supplies at the drugstore or grocery store, without a coupon, and without price checking, because I'm tired and I don't have time.
I don't buy organic everything.
We co-slept with our son for way too many months. and there are still more than just a few days where I not only cuddle my baby to sleep, but fall asleep next to him because I'm exhausted.
I don't know how many fruits or veggies my kiddo has eaten today.
I don't know what my kiddo has eaten today.
Some nights he asks for milk before bed, and I give it to him.
My son knows what the five second rule is.
I didn't breastfeed very long.
He still has a pacifier, and I have no idea how to help him break the habit.
After an occasional 14 hour day, I might eat Buggles and a cupcake for supper, in front of my child.
He gets juice.
He has tried pop.
He knows what a Snickers bar is.
One day I bribed him with a spoonful of pudding to eat his green beans. I'm sorry, but it worked.
He knows that Arby's equals french fries...and a shake.
Sometimes I forget to count every object we see.
We use disposable diapers. I have no guilt about that landfill.
He won't know a foreign language before preschool. After four years in high school and one semester in college, I only speak Spanglish related to food items.
We watch TV. He's seen every episode of Doc McStuffins 100 times.
Sometimes when we watch Doc McStuffins, I read Vogue.
We do not use the correct words for private body parts.
At Wal-Mart, I let him play with the toys in the toy aisle.
We dress for swimming at home, not at the YMCA...against their policies.
My husband and I have argued in front of our child.
We don't always pick up all our toys. No one in this house does.
He will be two and doesn't have a sibling. I'm sure he's already "spoiled" according to some.
I hate the word "spoiled."
He wears shoes at the playground...WAIT! That's a good one.
Not only will he get to choose a piece of candy to eat on Halloween, I actually bribed him with M&Ms to try on his costume. He wouldn't take them. He hates his costume.
He knows Grandma Judy brings cake.
One of his first words was cake.
I'm not perfect, and I don't pretend to be. But what I do is the most important thing. I love my child unconditionally, forever, and always. I try my best, and my best means sometimes he sees me, his mama, in a very real light.
I pray, I teach, I praise, I build confidence, I hope, I love.