Last night I sat in my chair and cried.
Okay, maybe I was a little wistful watching my not-ever-gonna-be-a-preschooler-again son's end of year celebration, but still. I was wasting time while the kids were sleeping and Norse was gone a hunting, to catch up on some blog reading.
I read (skimmed) a post - it basically said 1) "I used to be yeller, but now I am awesome and don't EVER yell at my kids anymore." and 2) "When you yell at your child it CRUSHES their spirit and they will forever be afraid of you and you have now caused them years of expensive therapy and you'll be lucky if they ever grow up to be worth anything at all. YOU RUINED YOUR CHILD."
Maybe it didn't say those exact words, but that is what I heard. So, I sat in the recliner, crying and praying that by some gracious act of mercy God would wipe out all the mistakes I make as a parent from my kids' memory. Yes, I am a yeller and obviously THE WORST PARENT OF ALL TIME!
Well, guess what friends? As my child lovingly (not fearfully) wrestled with me, brought me dandelions and laughed with me today, it did cross my mind that, maybe I, maybe us normal moms with real kids, don't all suck as bad as those experts and other perfect people want to convince us.
Yes, there are ways I can improve, but SHEESH don't you people think I KNOW that already? Don't you think that every mom regardless of most circumstances is trying her darndest to do what is best for her kids?
So, to the rest of the yellers, TV enablers, processed food feeding, tired, overwhelmed, failing, AMAZING mom's out there, I commend you today. I'll pray your kids survive, if you'll pray mine do too. And, if I ever write some holier than thou blog post about how awesome I am and make you feel bad about your path as a mom, well you have my permission to call "bull$#!%" on the whole thing.
End of rant...
Thanks, I feel better.