Mother's day tribute to my mothering...

Oh boy.  What a ride the last 18 years of parenting have been...and the ride is far from over.  A couple of friends recently sent me pictures of me and the kids from years ago.  It was quite a trip to look back and remember my mothering self in those days.  Mothering is hard work, sometimes I like it, sometimes I do not.  I remember feeling so out of my element in those early parenting days.  I felt more like a babysitter than a mom and I wondered when the real mom was going to show up?  

Turns out, I was the only mom who was going to ever show up.  I don't think I feel any more confident in my parenting now.  In fact, I routinely feel like I am doing a crappy job, but I have more compassion for myself and how difficult it is to be a mom.  Especially in this day of social media where you can access pictures of perfection and read judgemental comments in seconds.  I have more understanding of all of the parts of the job description including the part where moms are supposed to make mistakes.  

My hope for myself and my children is the same: happiness and confidence in ourselves.  We find the happiness here and there and we are all working on the confidence.  

Happy 18th Mother's Day to me.  We spent the day at home.  I got to wear my bling for my family.  Clare made me a flower crown.  Will had an MRI for his shoulder and Wyatt took all the kids on a drive so I could have some alone time in the house.  It was a lovely Mother's Day.