You might think this title is presumptuous or even preposterous. I would think it’s both if I was you and I didn’t know me. I have no illusions that I am or ever will be “Mother of the Year.” I’m not at all sure that there really even is such an award. What I do know is that I have these “Mother of the Year" moments. These are not moments where I bask in the right decisions that I make, the creative and healthy meals my kids devour, the way I calmly and empathetically deal with my daughter’s dramatics or my son’s public meltdowns. These moments are, more often than not, the times where I wonder if my neighbor can hear me yelling up the stairs to knock it off, I lose my patience in the produce aisle, or when my daughter's snarky tone sounds all too familiar, ahem. It's moments like these where I sarcastically give myself the "Mother of the Year" award. The truth is, I have lots of these moments. I have lots of really great, fulfilling, aha this is what it’s all about moments too, but those are so much easier to deal with than “Mother of the Year” moments.
At this point in life, I think I'm pretty aware of my strengths and weaknesses and fairly confident in what I do well. Parenthood, however, has opened up a whole new world of second-guessing and wondering if the decisions I make and the actions I take will benefit my children or cause them grief. This role is clearly the most impactful one I will ever play and some days, I fail miserably. I'm sure I'm not alone. The best way I know how to deal with this is with some reflection, endless phone calls to my best friend, and almost always with sarcasm and humor, hence my 'award'.
This blog is a place to vent, ponder, and commiserate on the place I am in my life these days, experiment with my love for design, exercise the "mommy brain" and most importantly perhaps, indulge in something that's mine and mine alone. There are many women who've inspired me to bite the bullet and sit down and write about it. I thought about it for a long time and now I'm going out on a limb and doing it. Join me on this ride. Let's take some risks. What are your "Mother of the Year Moments? I'd love to hear from you.