It was time. T.I.M.E.
You will not see me posting on Facebook, lamenting the end of a beautiful Christmas break, and wondering how on earth I'll manage the day without my princesses by my side.
I am not that kind of mom.
I think that's ok.
We need our space from each other. The princesses seem to have this idea that I am their cruise director. And they want guidance on what to do next every.waking.minute.
This does not put me in a good mood.
Nor does it put the princesses in a good mood. 'Cause when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
I don't think this makes me a bad mom. I used to read those status updates on Facebook and wonder what was wrong with me. Why do I more often look forward to the first day of school rather than bemoan the fact that limitless days with my children are at an end?
The answer is simple. Because I'm me.
As long as I'm true to me, and work within the framework that makes up my personality and character, and accept my limitations and shortcomings, we are all happy. Because I'm not trying to "fix" me, or trying to be something I'm not. I'm just being me. And that's exactly who I'm supposed to be, and that's the best kind of mom I can be for my kids. It's what they need.
Will I miss the princesses today? Maybe. Maybe not.
I know they are growing, they are learning, they are socializing. And they are gaining insights into the world that I cannot offer them when they are constantly underfoot, whining about being bored and begging to do something "fun".
Yes, the space is a good thing for us. It makes our time together much happier. Today is a good day.
My friends, have you learned to accept the kind of mom (or parent) you are? Do you wish you were different? How do you strike a balance between growing as a parent and yet still coming to terms with certain personality limitations?
