“World’s Okayest Mom”
I saw that phrase at a blog I follow – she has the t-shirt and everything – I really related; albeit I’m not in the trenches of hands-on childrearing anymore, it still rings true. At least for me – an older gen Mom. Yeah, I’m a GrandMom, too, but not hands-on due to circumstances way beyond my control (sigh – it is what it is) so that’s why maybe memories of being a younger Mom still resonate loud and clear. Here’s the poetic part of her blog post (be sure to visit it for the rest of the story)
World’s Okayest Mom, by Angelica Battista Bonin of Comically Quirky
I am the best mom, and I am the worst mom.
I am amazing, and I am far from exceptional.
I am strong, and I am a total wuss.
I am kind, and I am pure evil.
I am funny, and I am without a trace of humor.
I am your best friend, and I am your worst nightmare.
I know everything, and I know absolutely nothing.
I am not perfect. I am perfectly imperfect.
I am the World’s Okayest Mom.
In essence, she points out it’s way-okay to be ‘just’ okay.
And kudos to her for discovering that gem early on in her own childrearing journey…but I think the last line should be:
~ Happy Okay-Mom’s Day ~