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So, do you feel like a mom?
Oddly, I get asked this question a lot. Maybe they’re trying to tell me I don’t seem like a mom, which I could take a couple of ways. One, I’m so cool, people think I’m far too young to be a mom. I then realize this thought is absurd, as one of my students suggested that I’m 40…I’m 27. Perhaps they’ve picked up on the fact that I have yet to give up my potty mouth, even though I have a 15 month old. I should really work on that.
Regardless of why they ask me this question, I find it weird. I don’t FEEL like a mom, I just AM a mom. I do what needs to be done and I love my daughter unconditionally. Sometimes I laugh at her when she falls and sometimes I dress her up like a bear and run away as if she’s terroriizing my house. You know, normal mom things.
The thing is, being a mom is a lot of things. It’s being the taxi, or in my case a limousine driver because my daughter’s a diva. It’s being a restaurant, sometimes five star, sometimes two. Sometimes I would probably fail the health inspection. It’s being a source of love and comfort and knowing that you’re just doing the best you can.
Being a mom doesn’t mean knowing everything or having all of the answers. It doesn’t mean doing everything perfectly or saying all of the right things. You’re going to mess up. You will say the wrong things. You’re going to hide from your kid sometimes so you can play Candy Crush. You’re going to want to be left alone. You’re going to not like your kids sometimes.
Do I feel like a mom? Yeah. I feel like a mom because I realized that my perfect mother wasn’t perfect, she was just making it up as she went along. We’re all just making it up as we go along.
Do I feel like a mom? Yes. I love my daughter unconditionally and would do almost anything for her. I cry when she cries and laugh when she laughs. Sometimes I laugh when she cries. Sometimes I cry when she laughs because I cannot handle how much I love her.
Moms, you’re doing the best you can. Mistakes will happen. They will bump their heads. They will fall off of the couch. They will color on your walls.
I am a mom. I’m doing the best I can, and the best I can is to love her as much as I can.
About the Author
By: Tierney Cashman
Tierney is a teacher, mother, wife, graduate school student, and above all, a wine drinker. She wants desperately to stop mom shaming and hopes all mothers know how amazing they are. She loves her husband and is obsessed with her daughter Emerson.