Monday With MOMs ~ Making Our Mark ~ Have I Become my MOM?

Oh my, have I become my mother?  I ponder … Well, she would be a hard one to top. She was funny, loving, forgiving, wise and simply a great MOM.  I hope I have become my mother, but she was not perfect.

Once my brother and I drove her so crazy she threw spaghetti at us and another time she was so irritated that she beat the pots and pans together.  When we were adults and recounted the story to her, she simply smiled and said, “It was macaroni noodles not spaghetti.”  My only retort was “Mom REALLY, it was pasta!”  I adored my mother and I figure every great women deserves a mini meltdown every once in a while.

I am pretty certain she was menopausal at the time.  And my dear friends, menopause and puberty simply do not mix!  So far I have managed to outrun that one.

As for me, I have never beat pots and pans together except to make music with the SONs and I have only served them pasta on a plate.  I think they have it pretty good.

However, I did nearly have a nervous breakdown trying potty training The SONs.  As one of my dear friends can attest,  I remember telling her how I use to wear evening gowns and sing on stages to hundreds of people and  I have a master’s degree in counseling for Heaven’s Sake. Yet I can’t teach one tiny little child to poop in the potty!

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Sometimes life is just hard.  It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to potty training your child,  facing mounds of what feels like endless laundry, helping  your SONs  and DAUGHTERS become more independent, dealing with the illness of a loved one or burying a beloved parent.  Life will be full of moments that seem insurmountable.

Yes, parenting can and will be hard.  It is important for MOMS to remember one of the best ways to “Make Our Mark”  is to recognize that it is ok to not be a perfect parent. Actually, they don’t exist.  My MOM was amazing, but we had our share of rough spots.  Our job as MOMS: Making our Mark, is to do the best we can and if we mess up we need to quickly fess up and make it right. We must be willing to let our kids know we are not perfect and we never claimed to be. Being perfectly imperfect is a great thing and being a lot like my mom is even better.  And as far as the pasta throwing goes, as adults we were able to laugh about it, but as kids we learned to never make my mom that mad ever again.

Everyday can bring life lessons and great memories too.

Be Blessed as we live life in our passion, purpose and parenting!