Words from my heart
Here’s a little something I wrote when my kids were in elementary school . . . enjoy.
Confession—such a necessary thing to break the bondage of guilt. As a mother, I know guilt. I knew it before motherhood, but being a mother takes guilt to a surprising, heart-wrenching level. And I just have to start breaking free. Therefore, I confess . . .
I rarely took my prenatal vitamins.
I allowed fluoride prescriptions to expire.
Sometimes, my kids went to bed without brushing their teeth or saying their prayers or changing out of their school clothes.
And sometimes, they ate cookies before dinner (right along with me).
OK, so maybe those aren’t heart-wrenching, but there is one tiny item that I’m really nervous to confess. Uh, here goes . . . I’ve allowed my kids to watch the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies. Yes, it’s true . . . but, but . . . I love those guys! Michaelangelo, Donatello, Raphael, Leonardo—
Some mothers are appalled by the Turtles, or Halloween, or anything that has sugar. That’s fine. Who am I to judge? I’m simply appealing to mothers everywhere to admit that they’re not perfect. Confession is good for the soul and can strengthen our parenting alliance.
So let’s band together, shall we? Let’s not wallow in the muck and mire of guilt. Instead, let’s join forces in our motherly endeavor to raise honorable, conscientious, respectful, loving, BODACIOUS children.
And let’s order some pizza along the way.
That would be “totally tubular, dude!”
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