Take a few quiet moments and describe yourself as a mother.
You can do this introspectively or jot your thoughts down on a piece of paper, but do this before you continue reading.
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We had a rough Tuesday morning.
My style-opinionated kindergartner fought me on every outfit I pulled out of the closet. She whined about her shoes, her hair and about brushing her teeth.
I lost my temper, yelling at her as she walked out the door for a full day of school. It didn’t take long for me to lose my patience with her 2-year-old brother either.
Pregnancy nausea was in full swing that morning and after turning on another mind-numbing episode of Diego for my son, I started the negative self-talk.
You really need to work on your patience, your kids deserve much more than you give.
Does it really matter if she goes to school in mismatched clothes? Now she’s gone for eight hours and that’s a real crappy start her day.
Not really fair Jessica.
I really should have packed her lunch, instead of making her buy school lunch again. I should have taken the time to give her a well-rounded breakfast instead of those frozen waffles.
My self-loathing hamster went on and on. Spinning away on her wheel of self-hate and negativity.
Then this gem popped up on my Facebook newsfeed.
Tears streamed down my hormonal face as I watched mothers explain how tough they thought they were to their children only to find out how influential they really were in their kids’ lives. I could completely relate with the mothers featured in the video. I wondered what my 5-year-old would have to say about me?
Would she be as positive and complimentary as these children? Could it even be slightly possible that despite my failings, flaws, and mistakes as a mother, she would speak appreciation for me and talk of the fun and laughter we often share?
I may never really know what she would say, but something changed in me that morning. This short, 3-minute video, gave me new perspective, hope, and encouragement for this marathon that is motherhood.
Suddenly, I had a little extra patience and little extra energy for my kids. I reconnected to the innocence behind the sparkle in their eyes and probably had a few extra sparkles in my eyes that day.
I’m not a perfect mom; none of us are. We’re all doing the best we can, under a variety of circumstances and with innumerable constraints and stress. I’m a mom who makes mistakes; but I’m also a mom who loves my kids more than anything in this world, and that counts for more than the mistakes.
So today, I’m taking a deep breath, a sigh of relief, and bookmarking this clip for days when I need a reminder to look for the sparkle.
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