A couple weeks ago I felt compelled to write the following on my personal Facebook page: 1st grader to school in tears. Check. Preschooler to school in tears. Check. Just want to be sure I don’t miss a thing on the Mother of the Year application.
(I should note I got 23 likes and 13 comments. So I’m guessing that meant others could relate.)
Then, here on my blog, I was back at it. I wrote: Lesson #1: If I have to play board games (specifically Chutes & Ladders and Candyland) with my cheating kids to officially get on the Mother of the Year ballot, I’d like to formally withdraw my application. (Though, knowing me, I never mailed it in and missed the deadline a long time ago anyway.)
Yes, lately I’ve been beating myself up. Finding all the ways I’ve failed my children. But if I stop to really think about it, for almost every failure, there’s been a triumph. Some of them may be quite small, but they are triumphs nonetheless.
So today I’m taking it all back, filling out my Mother of the Year application. And I’m going to pat myself on the back…
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