I am not new to the feelings of mommy guilt.
The feeling usually strikes at least once a day.
There is always something that I imagine I could be doing differently or better.
Sometimes I get frustrated with the monotonous nature of
picking up toys, folding clothes, and organizing clutter all day long,
while preparing what seems to be – – endless meals and snacks.
Not to mention the runaround of school drop-offs, volunteering, errands, and extra-curricular activities.
I tend to hit a wall, usually when my Husby has been working at the fire station for several days on end.
I realize in that moment, that I must let go of all the expectations that I have for myself and be…
humbled, present, and still.
Through my stillness the love, laughter, and silliness of the day seeps into my head.
I am able to focus on what’s truly important in life…..
my family, and taking care of my sweets.
Although I whole-heartedly try to be the very best mother, wife, daughter, and friend….
I do fall short, and that’s okay.
There are many days that I don’t live up to my own expectations.
I am hard on myself….
as I know most mothers truly are.
We try to be supermoms and juggle everything, with strength and grace, that life throws at us.
At the end of the day, when my children are all snuggled up in their beds and sleeping soundly….
I finally relax, and let go.
Humbled, present, and still…..
I accept the day for what it was, and myself for who I am.
I sit and pray that tomorrow brings the freshness of hope, happiness, and the makings of cherished memories
with the four little ones that I love most in this world.