With Love, Laura Beth

Words from my heart

Motherly Confessions

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—

COWABUNGA!

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.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAnd let’s order some pizza along the way.

That would be “totally tubular, dude!”

 

 

 

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4 comments on “Motherly Confessions

  1. wayne
    November 21, 2013

    A brotherly confession:
    I am proud of you and of your writing. What you have to share and how you express it touches my heart and brings a tear to my eye. (like right now) I confess I don’t keep in contact with you as often as I should, but know that I love you very much and am so very thankful you are my sister, my talented and God gifted writer of a sister. (ps it took me about 15 minutes and 10 rewrites to say the above. I am NOT a writer, but am so glad you are)

    • lbwramirez
      November 21, 2013

      Oh, Wayne–I’m at a loss for words. Writer or not, your words choked me up. I love you so much and am thankful to have you as my big brother. And as I learn to write, I know how hard it can be, so I treasure every minute you took and every rewrite you did. It’s perfect! I love it, and I love you! Thank you from the bottom of my little-sister heart ❤

  2. Deb
    November 20, 2013

    Very transparent, Laura Beth! I am sure that every mother reading this has similar stories to share. I know I certainly do including letting them sleep with me just because, watching Indiana Jones Marathons on Saturday afternoons/evenings (often resulting in said shared sleeping as none of uslike snakes!), mac-n-cheese for dinner (again!), midnight runs to the soccer fields with sleepover buddies for rounds of laser tag (cocoa after), …so many memories that might not be “good” parenting but certainly brought a lot of joy to our lives.

    • lbwramirez
      November 20, 2013

      Oh, I could have added mac-n-cheese to my list, too. Ha! I’m sure my kids have high cholesterol from all the mac-n-cheese, quesadillas, and grilled cheese sandwiches they ate. Thanks for sharing some of your memories–does my heart good 🙂

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