The M Word
I am a Mother.
I grew up with a less than ideal view of motherhood.
Because of that, I tend to look at the whole journey of parenthood in a different way than most.
I don't try to mold my children into my way of life. I accept that raising children demands a series of never-ending changes. It requires flexibility and patience.
A sense of humor is necessary for survival.
The older I get, the more I realize that my children need me to be honest.
Honest in a way that is gentle and kind. I try to be aware of my shortcomings and failures.
To be a great Mother, I need to be real. I accept that I am not perfect.
My house is not spotless, but full of life and laughter.
I have experienced both highs and lows of parenting.
I have buried a child and yet I am blessed with three healthy, vibrant children.
I struggle every day with the pressures of being good enough.
I need to take care of myself and it is necessary for me to say no sometimes.
You can call me selfish.
For without a healthy self, I am nothing as a Mother.
Call me flawed.
Feel free to call me eccentric.
But don't call me a martyr.
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