by Becky Vieira posted in Parenting

Some days I don?t think I do anything right as a mom. We just moved and haven?t opened all the boxes. As a result, my son's had dry Cheerios for breakfast two days in a row. I can?t find the toaster. He has to dodge moving boxes to find his toys.
I?m insecure as a mom. An awful cook. Never sure if I play with him enough or teach as much as I should. A self-described Pinterest fail who can?t draw a straight line with a ruler. Some nights I?m too tired to struggle with him over brushing his teeth.
On those nights my body collapses into bed yet my mind can?t rest. I go over everything I did wrong and what I should have done differently. Better. Maybe next time.
Self-doubt, comparisons with others. I know I shouldn?t but I can?t help myself at times. He deserves more, I think. We?ve been inside the house too much. Or maybe I kept him out longer than I should.
I awaken the next morning feeling defeated. My mind is groggy and my body is slow. The smile on my face is genuine when I see my child and lift him from his crib; otherwise I?m going through the motions.
Then he does one simple thing and everything changes. In an instant my confidence is restored. I stop doubting who I am as a mother and know I?m doing a good job. No, a great job.
My son waddles across the living room, snack cup filled with dry Cheerios in hand. He pulls himself up on the chair, climbs into my lap. Learns in for a hug and wraps his tiny arm around me. Pats on my b...