My children eat cereal and frozen waffles almost every single morning. I make pancakes maybe twice a year and when I do they are practically inedible. We do have eggs occasionally but they are usually for dinner, not breakfast.
See, the thing is I personally don’t eat breakfast and while I am well aware that the kids need something to start their day I have just never been that mom. You know, the mom that wakes up before the kids and starts frying bacon, scrambling eggs and pouring glasses of orange juice.
I am the mom that pours a bowl of cereal while throwing together lunches and struggling to get everyone out the door on time. I am the mom that opens up a can of cinnamon rolls and tosses them in the oven on Sunday mornings. I am the mom that pops a frozen waffle in the toaster and hands it to my (almost) 11 year old as she is heading out the door to catch the bus as 6:30am.
Does this make me a bad mom? When I really start to think about it the guilt creeps up and I feel like I am failing them as a parent. These are the times that I try to remind myself that parenting is not always about what we are doing wrong but more about what we are still doing right.
I am also the mom who does my best to make sure that we all sit down and eat dinner together as a family almost every night. I am the mom who hugs my kids and tells them how much I love them every single day. I am the mom who reads to them and sings them to sleep every single night. I am the mom who holds them close when they are scared and tells them that everything will be okay.
And being that mom is what makes me proud of the mother I am and OKAY with the mother I am not.