Found this blog online. A friend shared it on Facebook and it ws so sweet I thought it should be spread here too:
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
If you and I were sitting in Starbucks and you had your fave drink and I had my Carmel Macchiato I'd look at you, and I'd tell you the truth - you're not failing.
I know. I'm guessing, you'd wipe away the tears, and look up, and try to nod your head, but inside, inside well, you'd think that those are nice words but seriously she has no idea. You know why I know? Because I've sat in a coffee shop, across from a friend, a friend who looked me smack in the face and told me that I wasn't failing and that I was doing a great job.
From me, one mom in the midst of motherhood, to you.
by EmmaZateAugust 29, 2012 at 11:01 PMWooo! Praise you for posting this, and praise the woman who wrote this! We all need to hear it!
Thanks I needed to hear that...there is so much truth in what you shared here. We all have days and sometimes weeks where for one reason or another we feel like we aren't getting done everything we want to do. Sometimes it is because of sick little ones or sick mommy others we just get sidetracked or busy with things that we didn't expect...like a friend who calls and is having a bad day and needs a listening ear. There is a wonderful poem that was shared with me many years ago when my oldest was a baby and it helped me put things into perspective some.
Song for a Fifth Child
- by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
This was on my Facebook on the perfect day. My mom was over and started talking about how DS needs his hair cut(it does need a trim but that's it) and how it looks SO horrible and I really need to get that done. I had a sink full of dirty dishes and the dishwasher was full too. It was 2pm and I still didn't know what I was going to do for dinner. I have 2 loads of dirty laundry that need to be done. Living room needs to get vacuumed but the rest of the house is clean. Toy box was dumped upside down in DS' room and his bed was unmade because he decided to jump on it for the millionth time today and I had to tell him to stop yet again. He wanted to watch Pinky Dinky Doo(he's 4) which according to my mother is a "baby show" and she told him he needs to grow up and watch big kid shows. I was out of milk when she came over(I was going to the store I was just going later in the day). Oh and I still have school supplies to get for DS to start homeschool preschool next Tuesday. Breakfast was dry Cheerios because DS and I slept late, and I had to go to my friends house at 7am to feed her cats since she's out of town and asked me to do that for her. Lunch was PB&J with pretzels because I wasn't arguing with DS over eating a leftover hot dog from last nights dinner, or PB&J. I had my other friends 2 kids come over because I'm babysitting this week for her while she works double shifts(finishing her night summer job but had to start back at the school when public school started on Monday). And I found out the library DVDs are both overdue.
So it's been a long stressful day and it's only the middle of the week. So when I saw this and read it, it was like "OMG this is exactly how I feel today!"
August 30, 2012 at 12:02 AMI'm blaming pregnancy hormones...but I totally cried when I read this.
by SlapItHighAugust 30, 2012 at 12:22 AM
by sumannieAugust 30, 2012 at 10:37 AMSooooo true. Thanks so much for that. *claps* i dont know why woman feel,the need to be so perfect in other ppls eyes instead of being perfect for just our selves and our families. We are perfect just the way we are.
August 30, 2012 at 10:54 AM
Thanks, I needed this more than I can explain...