I am not even a great mom.
On days like today, I wonder if I am even an okay mom. In fact, today I want to send my children down the river, Huck Finn style.
Give them to the Goblin King!
There is no other way to say it, my children…
Don’t get me wrong….
I love my kids.
Dealing with their shit, EVERY DAY, is a different story!
I can’t be the only one that feels this way.
The only parent that thinks about boarding school.
The only parent that wonders if adoption is still an option.
The only parent that wonders why dog kennels are only for dogs.
The only parent that would tranquilize her children, if it was legal.
The only parent that debates the continuation of their parentage.
The only parent that feels like giving up almost everyday.
The only parent that wonders where the joy of parenting really is!
So, I may not be Supermom.
I may not be a great mom.
I may not even be an okay mom, but I am a mom.
I am their mom.
I am there for them, even if I yell and swear sometimes.
I care for them, even when I don’t really “feel” like it.
I support them, even when I feel like they don’t appreciate it.
I always do what needs to be done, even when I feel like I haven’t done enough.
I will always be their mom, even when I try to ignore them.
I will always be their mom, even when I don’t “feel” like I want to be.
I will always be their mom, even when the mother-ship finally comes to get them!
How do you handle days like these?
Where you just “can’t” handle it anymore.