About a month ago I participated in the #rockingmotherhood challenge, and I wanted to take a minute today to share why.
In the challenge, I shared 10 ways I think I'm rocking motherhood, and I can see how that might seem a little vain. It's totally ok if you read that post and started singing this song.
It's easy as parents to see the multitude of ways in which we mess up. People joke about the therapy their children will need one day, and while I think a lot of this can be chalked up to false humility, I think any honest parent will admit that they do mess up from time to time. Our toddler throws a tantrum in the middle of Target, and we lose our patience. The baby won't sleep for more than 2 hours at a time, and we fuss right back at that innocent little babe. Our teenager rolls her eyes at everything we say, and we snap. The list goes on.
And it's so easy to trip over these things. These little screw-ups that we make throughout the day. I'm not saying to ignore those. I'm a firm believer in apologizing when we mess up whether the apology is directed at an infant or a peer. But it's equally important that we recognize and celebrate our strengths, small though they may seem. If you look back at my rocking motherhood post you'll see that none of my 10 things were big deals. I didn't cite huge things like trips to Disney World or elaborate gifts as one of my strengths, not because those things wouldn't count but because I think it's vital that we remember the "little" things. We need to give ourselves credit for the seemingly small but consistent ways we pour out into the hearts of our children.
For one thing, we deserve that credit! False humility accomplishes nothing. And for another, our kiddos see how we look at ourselves and hear how we talk about ourselves, and, Heaven help us, they're going to model themselves after us. Shouldn't we be confident in ourselves as mothers (and just as humans in general)? If we want to raise confident children, I would suggest that we have to start by being confident adults.
So, am I vain? Probably sometimes. But I also want my girls to know that their momma believes in herself because I'm the number one example that's constantly before them. And I want you to know that I believe in you, too. Forgive yourself for hiding in the closet in order to eat the last cookie without detection or interference. Apologize for losing patience/nagging/yelling/etc. at your children. And then count the ways that you're rocking motherhood. No way is too small.
Keep going, Momma.