To the Bad Mother

You woke up late and had to rush one morning.

You stayed up checking homework and making sure clothes were laid out.

You showed up late to an event for your child at their school.

Traffic was backed up, and your job didn’t let you go on time.

You’re 5 minutes late picking up your child.

You’re worried they will see the panic in your eyes from just a moment of worry that they may feel you forgot about them.

You broke your promise of a movie night with your child.

You needed rest and knew they wouldn’t want you watching it while being sleepy and tired, because you want to be present and laugh at every moment with them.

You have to yell at them and get on them to correct a behavior they developed, you get the tears and stink face from them the whole day.

You sit and cry and wonder if you were to hard on them, and if they will hate you for it.

You have to not get that toy you promised them, because they didn’t do good on their quiz, and they aren’t happy about that.

You want to get it for them anyways, but you have to to keep your word on awarding for good grades.

You feel so bad because tonight was pizza night, but you made tacos instead.

You were supposed to have gotten ice cream after school, but you were to tired. So you gave them a sweet snack before bed.

You sit in school meetings knowing you are doing your best with working with them, but it seems to still not be good enough to the school standards.

You go home and cry, and then you wipe you tears, and think of another way to work with them.

You see your child telling adults to say “Thank you” and “You’re Welcome” back. You smile a little because you finally did something right in your eyes, and realize your raising a respectable little human.

They get an unexpected award at school, and all you can do is cry, because no one knows how dark your days have been.

You are told you are an amazing mother, but you don’t know how to receive it, because in your own eyes you are not no where near amazing. Let alone no one you know ever checks in or give you that type of validation. It’s just you doing the best you can, with what you have.

So you question yourself day in and day out if you’re a good mother or not?

It’s a daily haunting thought with every decision you make.

Based off of your actions and motives you question yourself, and if you think that, that is being a bad mother?

Then I accept being the WORSE of them all!

Happy Mother’s Day! I hope this resonates with those mothers who are questioning themselves on the daily that’s doing the very best for their child/children. You are doing an amazing job and don’t doubt it for a second♥️💐 Thank you for taking the time to read this little poem from my heart not just to myself but for all mothers that can relate♥️ Comment below if you felt this.

My son and I with Izzie dressed as a pumpkin this past fall.