Most days, I don't feel like a good mom. I feel like I try. I go through the motions of "mom" things, but often, I feel like I've somehow not met up to some standard. But lately, I've come to realize that there aren't really any set standards. I try. I do what I can. Sure, maybe I can't be outside with my kids all day. And maybe I bribe them with a treat on occasion. And I probably buy them too many toys. And yeah... I don't feed them meals that are 100 percent healthy every day. But I think they are mostly happy. And they are healthy. And best of all, they are loved. So I am going to try not to beat myself up for not meeting some imaginary standard. Instead, I'm just going to keep trying to do what I can.
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