Peggy Browning’s honesty and questions about her maternal skills are something most mothers can understand. What mother hasn’t questioned the job she’s done? Read more from Peggy on her blog, Peg’s Wonderful World.
I usually skip Mother’s Day. It’s my least favorite remembrance/holiday/reason for buying cards of the whole year. I prefer Halloween over all other holidays. That probably explains a lot about me.
The reason I skip Mother’s Day is because I feel unworthy of all the laudatory praises that are heaped upon mothers. I wasn’t the worst mother of all time. But I also haven’t been the very best.
Is there a prize for a Just Okay Mother? Maybe I could qualify for that.
I don’t go to church very often these days. But even when I did go to church on a regular basis, I tried to skip the Mother’s Day service. That whole chapter in Proverbs about godly mothers sparks a lot of guilt in me.
I think most mothers probably share my worry about not being a good enough mother. Did I do my best? Did I give enough? Did I love enough?
We may or may not be guilty of being a bad mother. It’s possible that good mothers, or at least acceptably good mothers, are the ones who worry about it the most. Really terrible mothers probably don’t know they’re terrible or possibly they just don’t care.
I’m not sure, however, since I’m one of the ones who worry about it. And I do care that I wasn’t the very best kind of mother even though there is nothing I can do to change it now.
Some mothers are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. ~Pearl S. Buck
- I yelled at my kids. Often.
- I spanked my kids when I thought it was necessary. I probably thought it was necessary more times than it actually was.
- I ate their Easter and Halloween candy.
- I forgot their lunch money and their book club money and their field trip money.
- I didn’t buy them the very best clothes.
- I was impatient.
- I was a big jerk at times and a big softie at other times.
- I put my needs before theirs sometimes.
- I interrupted them when they needed me to listen.
- I scolded when they needed my understanding.
- I was often too self-absorbed to pay enough attention to them. And that was long before iPhones or texting.
And, oh my god, I made so many more mistakes. But all that time…I loved them. I wasn’t the best mother…but I tried. I wasn’t perfect.
I merely hope I was a good enough mother.
I felt bad about it then. I still feel bad about it now.
So…on Mother’s Day…please spare me all the praises and the Bible verses and the glory and the flower arrangements. I feel guilty enough already.
If you’re my child just call me and tell you love me…in spite of it all. That’s all I truly want.