The Perfect Mom
By Trish Berg
I think I may be the perfect mom.
I am strong. I am, really I am. I can carry 6 gallons of milk at one time from my minivan, up my long and winding walkway, across my front yard to my kitchen door.
And yes, with 4 kids under 12, we go through 6 gallons in a week. Actually, we go through 7, but I can only carry 6.
I am fast. I can run up the stairs at lightning speed when I hear a crash that can only be a herd of elephants falling from a 10 story building. Of course, it ends up being a stack of Barbie boxes and a four year old falling down from a dresser, but still I was fast!
I am patient. Well, no. Scratch that.
Let's try again.
I am forgiving. Yep, that's it. When my eleven year old spilled an entire bag of Oriental noodles on the kitchen floor tonight while I was talking on the phone, I didn't hold a grudge. Even when the vacuum cleaner spit out the mess instead of picking it up. I simply grabbed the shop vac and said, "Well, at least it wasn't milk."
And, to be honest, we picked up most of them and put them in a container to eat at a later date when we have all but forgotten that they first graced the floor. The only thing I swept up was the remains of stragglers and crumbs, and of course, the few that pierced the arch of my foot as I stepped on them.
I am joyful. I try to have fun with my children. I play board games with them, talk with them, sing and dance to songs on the kitchen radio with them. Actually, they dance, I kind of gyrate around, but it still counts!
I build snowmen wit them in the winter, run through the sprinkler with them in the summer, and sing campfire songs in the fall.
Yep - That's me. The perfect mom. Well, except for that patient thing. But come on, I have to have at least one flaw, right?
Well, as strong as I feel when I carry those 6 milk gallons in, I do like it when my hubby stays up late and waits for me to come home from the grocery store so he can unload the car.
Does that make me weak?
And even though I can take two steps at a time running upstairs when the Barbie-crashes happen, I still can't beat my daughter in a race.
Does that make me slow?
And as forgiving as I can be at times, I also can get frustrated and exhausted and yes, even yell and scream at my children when they donít do things exactly the right way at exactly the right time.
Ok- That goes back to that impatient thing, too.
And as much as I can be joyful at times, I kind of have to be talked into going out in the snow to build a snowman instead of being the hot cocoa maker in the warm kitchen.
I do run through sprinklers, but I worry about mud and mess.
I do talk to my children, but I donít always listen.
And I HATE losing at Sorry, Uno, or even Slap Jack, so I donít usually go easy on my children. I play to win!
That probably doesnít bode well for the perfect mom award, right?
Here's the thing. I am so far from the perfect mom most people might think I am when they see my game face on out in public. But I am the mom my kids have, and so I can always do my best, and try better tomorrow.
And tonight, when I rest my head on my pillow after clocking out from the mothering gig for the day, I will rest assured that with a new day comes another chance to get it right!
As always, Enjoy the Journey,
Trish would love to hear from you at www.trishberg.com, or e-mail trishberg @ trishberg.com.