Cleaning out notebooks , came across this journaling from a layout in Scrapbooks ect. August/ September 06' issue:
I am not a perfect mama. Far from it. Any hope for me receiving Mother of the Year was wiped out when, after the first snowstorm, I sent you to school with no gloves or snowpants.
I constantly struggle with the demands society places on mothers. (Why do i have to drive a mini van? And issue those annoying time outs? or wear high waisted pants? or stop watching MTV?)I've read the parenting books, listened to the experts and amongst all the theories, I've learned one thing: there exists no perfect formula for raising kids. To be the best possible mom, i have to infuse my parenting with the personality, creativity, instincts and history that is uniquely mine. And sometimes, i fail miserably. I lose my patience. I yell. I threaten. Sometimes I simply expect too much. But i hope you know each day, I wake up hoping to do better, Hoping that i will come a little closer to being that ideal parent. Hoping that you will grow to be a resposible, caring adult despite my mistakes. Knowing I'm not perfect, but i'm working hard. Because you are worth it. And even on my best days, there will always be
room for improvement
Just thought i'd share, this says so much & really hits home, being a stay-at-home mom i constantly am trying to find balance between playtime, cleaning time, mommy time, mommy & daddy time.