Here’s To The Imperfect Mom

Here’s to you, because you make me feel okay…

Here’s to the mom whose kid is sporting a rat’s nest bed-head to the park. I like you.

Here’s to the mom who lets her child dress in tutus with overalls, in high heels and purses, in outfits so mismatched –it looks like you brought your three-foot bag lady to the park.

Here’s to the mom who is too busy to send out ‘thank you’ letters, too numb at the end of the day to switch from day clothes to pajamas. Here’s to the mom who looked at her dirty kid and said, “When was your last bath? What’s today… Wednesday?”

Here’s to the mom who makes Easy Mac, who doesn’t cut the crusts off, who has a dirty bathroom. Here’s to the mom who sometimes yells, who spanked once and immediately cried afterwards.

Here’s to the mom who dropped the f-bomb in front of her linguistically spongy kid. Here’s to the mom who bickers with her spouse and drinks a glass of wine when her toddler has a melt down. Here’s to the mom who doesn’t have a spouse.

Here’s to the mom who wonders what it’s all about, and goes to bed at night, knowing that in twenty years her child will be discussing her in therapy. Here’s to the mom who turns on cartoons so she can take a shower, or go to the bathroom uninterrupted.

Here’s to the mom who bakes from the box. Here’s to the mom who has had a screaming toddler stand in the shopping cart at Target with their lip out and arms crossed, repeating that f-bomb she dropped earlier. Here’s to the mom who has felt the judgement from parents with perfect little angels. Here’s to the mom who has crayon drawings, like toddler hieroglyphics on their walls, and stained furniture, and a mini-van with Cheerios plastered to upholstery. Here’s to the mom who wears macaroni necklaces to a board meeting.

Here’s to the mom who read all the discipline books and still has ‘unruly’ children. Here’s to the mom who has kids that just ‘take off,’ that pee in the backyard, that say things in public like, “Why is that man so fat?,” and “I can see his butt crack.”

Here’s to the mom who doesn’t have a dishwasher, or maid, or laundry room, and here’s to the moms who do. Here’s to the mom who works, who stays home, who gives and gives and gives until she is an empty vessel watching reruns of Law and Order at night.

Here’s to the mom who goes to bed with dirty dishes in the sink. Here’s to the mom who has messy closets and dusty shelves. Here’s to the mom who hasn’t shaved her legs since 1972.

Here’s to the mom who reads to her children, who teaches love, who hugs as much as she scolds, who understands that a tantrum is a necessary part of growing up – and so is that glass of wine.

Here’s to the mom who has pow wow’s and marching bands in her living room, who makes tents and does puzzles, who builds skyscrapers out of stuffed animals, who will do anything dorky or insane to get a laugh out of her sourpuss toddler. Here’s to the mom who would rather her child have messy hair, than ruin the mood. Here’s to the mom who sings and dances with her children, who stops the dishes and laundry for a good snuggle. Here’s to the mom who can’t wrap packages in pretty paper and bows, but can give her child her time. Here’s to the mom whose patience has run out, who cries because she feels she is messing everything up, here’s to that mom… because you aren’t.

Here’s to the mom who isn’t perfect.

And here’s to the mom whose child isn’t perfect either. There are a lot more of you than you think.

Happy Mother’s Day to you.

Because motherhood isn’t a Gap commercial or Hallmark card. And children, just like life are messy.

Here’s to the mom who fails at perfection, but finds perfection in the messiness of motherhood.