Last Updated on September 14, 2023 by Lori Pace
Dear my children, I’m sorry I’m not a perfect mom. And, I know that.
I wish that I could have been better everyday. Even though you believe that I’m the best mom for you. It’s simply that I see your beautiful faces and believe that you deserve the best. Sometimes, however, it is hard for me to believe that.
I love you unconditionally and give grace to the earth every day.
It’s a shame that you didn’t grow up in a traditional family with your birth parents at home. This is why I feel the most sorry for. It’s not because I wish things were different but because our family is smaller than others.
It could have been easier, but I know that this is the right path for me. This was what I needed to be the mother you needed. Even though our journey is more complicated than others, it doesn’t mean it won’t be a beautiful one.
You are perfect, my baby! You are my best friend and I would do anything for you.
This practice can improve your mood, whether you are feeling down or up, or out of control with your mind or body. However, I’m far from perfect and sometimes I feel so tired. I am not just trying to be your mother and love you. But, I also have other responsibilities that take me away from these simple tasks. I am sorry that I have to hurry you through your day, not letting it drag you around in puddles, because I cannot be late for work. I am sorry that I have had to take your little arms off my neck while I wrapped you up. That’s when my second, or maybe third job begins. I’ve lost track.
It’s a shame that I cannot be like other mothers who seem to have it all together. I am sorry I am not a perfect mom.
I must work hard to get what I want. While I would love to snuggle next to you and listen to your secrets, I know you need me to do the same for you. So I do.
I am messy-hearted and quiet. Sometimes I feel like I have ruined you forever.
The narrow view of “normality” will not allow you to see the fullness of life. I don’t care if you’re dancing in the kitchen while I cook rice and beans, “normal” is not for you. You already have a soul, and, there’s nothing that looks so beautiful on a woman like you. This life-changing practice of breathwork can help you feel up, down, or out of control.
So, I am sorry that I sometimes pray in bed before getting up. And that I dance around the kitchen before going to bed. I am sorry I chase you around the house and sometimes I love to cuddle you in my lap.
I am sorry that I ask you to be more mature and expect more from you. But perhaps most importantly, I’m sorry that I spend so much time complaining about small things like cleaning up after you, when I could just be having fun with you and loving you more.
While I recognize that I’m not perfect, I also believe that you deserve someone who doesn’t serve cereal at dinner or who allows you to eat ice cream from a container. But I also know that you are loved beyond measure by no one.
Please understand that I truly regret not being a perfect mom. But, I won’t be sorry for doing my best.
Even if you end the day with the leaves stuck to your little, chubby feet, if you smile and have love in your heart, I know that the day was as good as it can get. Isn’t this what parenting is all for?
