Lately I have been reading a lot of articles and blog posts about mothers feeling like they are failing at motherhood. Myself included.
A couple months ago I came across a story about a little girl in the window of a rental house, who some neighbors, that thought no children lived in the house, one day saw the girl peaking out the window.
Sometimes stories stick with you…and you can’t let go of them….this is one of those stories.
The couple who saw the little girl in the window luckily reported it to the police for they had never seen a child and thought that it was only a man, woman, and 2 adult sons that lived in the rental property across the street.
You can read about the rest of the story here. Please be advised it is a horrible story and one that may stick with you like it has with me. It would have taken a lot of strength, as the cop who had to enter those premises, not to punch that woman in the face.
The point is, that us mothers that think we are failing because we had a bad day and yelled at the kids, or we let Netflix babysit for the day so we could get some stuff done. Even if that stuff getting done meant taking time to ourselves to read a book, blog, exercise, or whatever it may be.
Even if we fed the kids mac and the cheese (it’s what my kids call it) and hot dogs for dinner with slices of cucumbers as a veggie because we just didn’t feel like being in the kitchen for two hours only to hear…”I don’t like this, I want mac and the cheese”. Even when we take a timeout in the bathroom for 30 minutes and tell the kids we are pooping and to go play.
When we let our kids go to school in mix matched clothes because we don’t feel like fighting at 6:30am about what they are going to wear so we just say fu*k it and let them wear what they want.
Any of those times.
We are still being mothers who love our children. Who dress our children. Bathe our children. Feed our children. LOVE our children and show that love by hugging them and kissing them and telling them daily that we love them. Let me assure you …. you aren’t failing and if you think you are then I encourage you to read the story about the little girl in the window. Because that mother…doesn’t deserve to be called a mother at all. Yes I am sure she probably had some kind of mental issues but what about the man that lived there or the two grown sons? Where were their voices? Why didn’t they speak up? Were they all just crazy?
There is also a follow up to the story, 9 years later, about the little girl and the courageous family who insisted on adopting her, even knowing the challenges that they would face, and how they are coping. You can read that here.
So all you mothers out there that think you aren’t doing it right…if your child is loved…pat yourself on the back…you’re doing it right.
From One Mother To Another,
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