Do you ever feel like you’re a half great mom?
Like you’re on your game and you have your act together half of the time.
Half of the time dinner is on the table. And half of the food is half healthy.
Your diet is half perfect.
You get half of the things done you wanted to, usually at half the speed.
I’m listening half the time to at least half of what comes out of my toddlers mouth and half of my responses probably don’t make much sense (mom brain is real y’all)!
I feel half Guilty. But have learned to get over that because half the time I’m too busy to think about what I’m not doing.
My work moves at half speed. My accomplishments are cut in half because I’m half as productive.
Half of the laundry is done, the other half is still on the floor, half folded from last week.
I spent half the time this week exercising as I did the last week. Half of my workouts are half-hearted and I’m seeing half the results.
My brain is half working most of the day, which is why I lose my keys half the time and forget my toddlers shoes at home the other half.
Half of my groceries end up in the cart and I actually cook half of the meals I plan to cook
My shower time has been cut in half and I use half the makeup I used to.
Half of my social events involve some sort of playdate surrounded by littles under the age of three and over half of my conversations involve sleep training or bodily functions.
My coffee is half cold by the time I actually drink it and I usually only get to drink half of it before I realize I am running late for the next thing.
Half of my wardrobe has become comfortable leggings and active Lounge wear and half of my high heels have been donated to Goodwill.
Don’t let me confuse you I’m a great mom despite living this season in halfs’. I do what I can without guilt or stress and am proud of the half that I show up with every day.
My kids are fully loved and that is all that matters.
Not the laundry or grocery shopping. Not my to do list or my work. That stuff half matters, so its ok to be half done.
My marriage is whole and happy.
We have an agreement that half is enough. We leave the dishes in the sink to spend time together. We eat popcorn and frozen meatballs for dinner some nights and agree that that’s enough. Half is enough because we are in a season of half.
It’s a tiring season that will fully destroy you if you don’t accept half. Give up half of your self doubt and half of your mom guilt and allow yourself some grace to be in a half stage of life.