When I was much younger and imagined being a parent, I thought I'd be the parent who would. . .
have fresh baked cookies and milk waiting for snack after school
only fed her children home-made meals
meticulously clean and organize the house
arrange fabulous play dates
create imaginary and adventurous games to play
pack holiday-themed lunches and special notes in my kids lunchboxes
constantly take my kids on amazing and educational trips
You know, like June Clever, only cool and fun.
But reality sits in and I can't do all that I imagined I'd do. In fact, I don't want to do all that I imagined I'd do. I just want to be real. But balancing all I imagined I'd be with what I really am can be a bit jarring. I can't imagine that I am the only who feels that rift? How to be the best, realest, truest parent and still be me.
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