I have a confession. I'm perfect.
omg just kidding that's not what I was going to confess.
I am confessing that I don't feel remotely bad about not being perfect. Yeah, I have bad days. I have days where I turn on back to back episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba on Demand for my TEN month old. I am fully aware that the American Academy of Pediactrics says no television until your kid is 2 or something, but seriously? Do they remember what it's like when your kid drops a nap?
I would love a clean house and a stocked pantry and folded laundry
Dr. Meeker has a great point when she asks what children really want from their moms. "If you are brutally honest, you will discover that kids need mothers who love them, value them and adore them. When they leave home they need to have a deep sense that they are valued and loved for who they are. They don’t need us to perform for them; they need us to love being with them."
Somehow (and perhaps I should credit my own mother for this), I came into motherhood already feeling this way. I certainly hope that Charlotte grows up feeling loved, valued, and adored, rather than grossed out that there was dog hair on her pacifier and crumbs under her highchair. (The dog gets those anyway.)
Ok. where was I? Oh yes, my point. My point/question is : Am I the ONLY one who doesn't feel the need to be a perfect mom? (And I hesitate to ask, because I feel like I am!!)